His innocent wife is a dangerous hacker.-Chapter 485 His claim
"Do you like it?" she asked, her voice soft but clear. As she spoke, she pushed herself up on her elbows, causing the sheets to slip down another few inches, revealing just a little more of her. Leo’s breath hitched audibly, his entire world narrowing to the woman in front of him.
The moment she shifted, a sharp, electric heat shot through him, landing low and heavy, making his breath catch in his throat. He clenched his jaw, muscles tightening in an effort to hold onto a composure that was rapidly slipping away. Control had always been his—effortless and absolute. Until now. Until her. Her eyes still held that sweet, innocent light, but what she wore... It was a temptation made just for him.
"Bella..." His voice was a low rasp, rougher than he’d meant it to be. It felt scraped from somewhere deep inside. "Don’t ask questions you already know the answer to."
Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic rhythm that echoed in the quiet room. The deep, possessive tone of his voice sent a shiver straight down her spine. "...So you like it?" she breathed, the words a fragile mix of shyness and daring.
He didn’t answer with words. Instead, he simply stood there, a dark silhouette against the soft light, his gaze locked on hers. In the dimness, his pupils were blown wide, drowning the gray of his irises in pure, molten darkness.
"Come here, bunny."
The words were rough, graveled with a hunger he wasn’t bothering to hide.
She started to shuffle toward him on the mattress, but he stopped her with a slow, deliberate shake of his head.
"No," he corrected, his voice dropping into a register that was pure, unadulterated dominance. It wasn’t a suggestion. It was an order. "Crawl. To me."
A wave of liquid heat washed through her, pooling low in her belly. Bella caught her plump lower lip between her teeth, the slight, sharp sting grounding her in the intensity of the moment. Slowly, deliberately, she lowered herself onto her hands and knees. The cool silk of the sheets whispered against her skin as she began to move. Every motion felt exaggerated, deliberate—the gentle sway of her hips, the careful placement of her hands, the slight dip of her spine—all of it laid bare under the heavy, consuming weight of his stare.
Christ. The sight of her crawling toward him, flushed and obedient, her body sheathed in that delicate, devastating lace, was a direct assault on his sanity. He gritted his teeth, a muscle feathering violently along his jaw. He could feel himself hardening, a thick, aching pressure straining insistently against the soft fabric of his sweatpants. There was no concealing the prominent, rigid outline of his desire; it was a blatant, physical confession.
When she finally reached the edge of the bed, right before him, he leaned down. One large, warm hand cradled the back of her head, his fingers tunneling deep into the silken cascade of her hair. He didn’t pull her yet—just held her there, his thumb stroking a slow, maddening circle on the ultrasensitive skin just behind her ear. The pad of his thumb was slightly rough, a contrast to the softness of her skin, and the sensation made her breath hitch. Finally, he guided her face up to meet his.
There was no preamble, no gentle exploration. He captured her mouth in a searing, deep kiss that was all possession. It wasn’t gentle. It was consuming. He tilted her head back to the perfect angle, and his tongue swept past her lips, claiming the warm, sweet depths of her mouth with a raw intensity that stole the very breath from her lungs. Bella moaned into the kiss, a soft, surrendering sound that vibrated against his lips and shot straight through him. Her hands flew up to clutch at the hard, defined planes of his shoulders, her nails digging lightly into the soft cotton of his sweatshirt as she tried to kiss him back.
Still kissing her—devouring her—he moved. In one fluid, powerful motion, he climbed onto the bed, his knees settling on either side of her hips, caging her in. The solid, warm weight of him pressed her down into the mattress, a delicious, anchoring pressure. Bella’s back arched instinctively, her body bowing toward his, and a sharp, breathy gasp broke from her lips as he followed her descent, his larger frame covering hers completely, surrounding her, leaving no space, no air, nothing in the world but him.
"Mm..." Bella moaned softly against his mouth, the sound a sweet, muffled plea, and to him, it was the most exquisite music.
"My bunny," he murmured, the words a dark caress against her swollen lips. He trailed kisses, slow and deliberate, from the corner of her mouth, along the delicate line of her jaw, down to the frantic, fluttering pulse at the base of her throat. He lingered there, tasting the salt of her skin, the heat of her blood racing beneath the surface. Then he sealed his lips over the spot and sucked, gently at first, then with a growing pressure that walked the fine line between pleasure and possession. When he finally pulled back, a faint, perfect red mark bloomed against her pale skin...his claim.
His large hand slid down to her waist, his fingers spreading over the delicate lace and the warm skin beneath. He leaned in, his breath hot against her neck, before pressing his lips to the sensitive hollow of her collarbone.
"I love it," he murmured, his voice a dark, velvety rasp that vibrated against her skin. "How you took all this effort... just for me."
Before she could respond, his teeth grazed the same spot—a sharp, possessive bite that made her gasp and arch against him. "Leo!" she cried out, the sting mixing with a shocking thrill of pleasure.
But he didn’t pull away. Instead, he soothed the same spot with the slow, warm stroke of his tongue, licking gently as if to take away the sting, only to replace it with a deeper, more lingering heat. His mouth was tender now, almost apologetic, but the intention behind it was anything but soft. He was marking her, savoring her, claiming every reaction as his own.
