His innocent wife is a dangerous hacker.-Chapter 464 Admiration ★

Warning: R-18

His forehead rested against hers, their breaths mingling as he whispered, "Show me, bunny... what you want to learn."

"You’re perfect..." Bella whispered, her voice so small and full of wonder that it almost shook him. She lifted both hands and placed them on his torso again, and Leo felt something heavy thud inside his chest.

Admiration. He felt he was seeing admiration in her eyes for him. Pure admiration for him.

It knocked the air out of him.

Her palms slid slowly across his abdomen, exploring the warm planes of muscle with gentle curiosity. Leo inhaled sharply, trying and failing..to steady his breath. Control, he reminded himself, but his heartbeat was moving in an uneven rhythm that betrayed him completely.

She touched his waist next, and his breath hitched.

Then her fingers drifted lower, brushing the edge of his hip, slipping over the toned curve of his thigh. Leo’s jaw tightened instantly, his hand gripping the blanket beneath him as a tremor of anticipation rushed through his chest.

Bella looked up at him, her lashes fluttering prettily. Her cheeks were warm, her lips parted, her eyes sparkling with a shy boldness that made his whole body feel too hot.

"Can I take this off as well...?" she asked softly, her gaze flicking down toward the last piece of clothing he still had on.

A tiny, innocent question.

But it hit him like fire.

She was asking permission. Asking with wide, trusting eyes. Like a gentle woman. Like someone who wanted to learn him slowly, sweetly, completely.

Leo’s throat went dry.

"You can, bunny," he murmured, his voice so low it felt like it melted into the air between them. "I’m all yours."

Her smile bloomed soft, shy, delighted, and before touching anything else, she leaned down and pressed a warm, lingering kiss to his abdomen, right above his navel.

Leo’s head fell back.

A quiet sound escaped him, more breath than voice, but full of heat.

"God..." he whispered under his breath, his fingers sliding instinctively into her hair as she kissed him again, slow, careful, wanting to make him feel good.

Her lips brushed his skin like warm petals, and every place she touched felt too sensitive, too alive. She didn’t realize the kind of effect she was creating, how she was testing every corner of his self-control with those small, admiring kisses and those gentle hands.

But Leo knew.

Tonight wasn’t about rushing. It wasn’t about taking. It was about letting her explore him with all the innocent curiosity she’d been holding inside.

"Take your time," he whispered, his voice husky as he guided one hand to her cheek. "I want to feel everything you want to learn."

Bella nodded softly, her breath warm against his skin, her fingers tracing him with more confidence now, as if she had earned permission to explore a territory that belonged only to her.

And Leo, beneath her, could only breathe slow and deep, his entire body surrendering to the sweetness of her touch.

Bella looked at him carefully, her breath slowing as her fingers brushed the edge of his briefs. She paused for a moment, as if gathering courage, and then looked up at him again with shy determination shining in her eyes.

"Can I...?" she whispered, asking for permission again.

Leo’s breath grew heavier, his chest rising slowly as he watched her with dark, searching eyes. "Mm... go on, bunny," he murmured, voice low and warm. "I’ll help you."

He lifted his hips just enough for her to slide the soft fabric down. Bella’s fingers shook the tiniest bit, brushing his skin, and when the cloth fell away she placed it beside the blankets with almost ceremonial care. She inhaled softly before daring to look back at him.

Her breath hitched.

His d*ck was already fully aroused, long and thick, resting against his lower stomach, the tone slightly deeper than the rest of his skin. The sight sent a slow, melting heat rolling through her whole body, her lips parting without meaning to.

He’s... really big, she whispered inside her mind, her pulse fluttering wildly.

Leo leaned back on his hands, muscles tightening, abs shifting with every breath as he watched her stunned expression.

"Bunny," he teased in a slow whisper, "are you still here with me?" His voice held amusement, but underneath it was something darker... hungry.

Bella blinked rapidly, cheeks burning. "Can I... touch it?" she asked, her voice trembling with a shy desire she couldn’t hide.

"Bunny," he murmured, his eyes lowering to half-lidded heat, "I’m all yours. You don’t need permission. Touch me as much as you like."

Her breath wavered.

Then she reached out, soft fingers brushing him. Leo’s head tipped back slightly, a deep sound slipping from his throat, almost a groan. Encouraged, Bella wrapped her hand around his d*ck more securely, her curiosity turning bolder as she began to move, slow and unsure but eager to learn him.

Leo couldn’t think.

His bunny was touching him with that sweet innocence, that careful, exploring gentleness that made everything inside him strain with control. His breath grew ragged, his jaw tightening as he watched her through hooded eyes.

"Good girl..." he whispered, voice thick, almost unsteady. "You’re doing... so well."

Bella bit her lip at the praise, feeling him pulse warmly in her hand, feeling how hot and firm he was beneath her gentle touch. The way he reacted...every breath, every slight tremble made her feel beautiful, powerful, wanted.

And Leo, completely undone beneath her small exploring hands, could only breathe out her name in a rough whisper.

"Bella..."

And Bella’s mind flickered back to the things she had studied in secret, the little details she had memorized, and she wrapped both hands around him, sliding softly up and down just as she had learned.

Leo’s breath caught immediately. "What... are you doing, bunny?" he asked, his voice breaking into a low, shaky whisper.

"I’m giving you a hand job," she said proudly, and Leo let out a deep groan that vibrated through his whole chest.

"Mm..." His head tipped back slightly as he tried to control his breathing, every pulse of heat betraying how close she was driving him. The warmth in her hands, the gentle pressure of her small palms, made his muscles tense and relax in helpless rhythm.

Bella blinked as she felt him throb softly against her touch, growing even harder, reacting to her so clearly that it made her cheeks warm.