His innocent wife is a dangerous hacker.-Chapter 486 My bunny ★

Warning: R-18

"Leo..." Bella’s hands found their way into his thick, dark hair, her fingers tangling in the silky strands. It felt so good to hold him, to anchor herself to him in the middle of the dizzying warmth spreading through her.

"Mm..." he hummed against her skin, the sound vibrating through her as he pressed a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the top of her chest, right above the delicate lace. The fabric was thin, and she could feel the heat of his lips through it, a sensation that made her shiver from head to toe.

With a fluid, possessive motion, he shifted her. Before she could process it, he had her arms wrapped around his neck and her legs on either side of his hips, pulling her completely against him. He captured her lips again, this time his tongue tracing the soft, swollen outline of her mouth before slipping inside to taste her deeply, thoroughly.

His other hand, which had been resting on her waist, slid lower, his fingers brushing over the small, fluffy tail at the back of her shorts. The touch was deliberate, playful, and so intimate it made her gasp into his kiss.

He broke the kiss, pulling back just enough to look into her dazed, wide eyes. His own were dark, pupils blown with desire.

"Bunny..." he breathed, his voice rough with affection and heat. "My bunny." His thumb stroked over the soft tail once more, a gesture that was both teasing and tender.

Bella blushed furiously at the attention, her shyness flaring even as her body sang for him. Seeking refuge, she leaned forward and pressed a soft, tentative kiss to the base of his throat, right over his Adam’s apple. He sucked in a sharp, ragged breath at the contact, his whole body tensing for a moment before he let out a low, shuddering groan.

"You’re killing me, bunny," he groaned, his voice thick with desire as his eyes, dark and hungry, drank her in. His hands moved to the delicate fabric she wore, fingers fumbling slightly with the intricate fastenings in his urgency. Seeing his struggle, Bella, her own heart pounding, shyly reached up to help him. Together, they loosened the lace, letting fall away. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

As her chest was revealed to him, he didn’t hesitate.

He lowered his head and captured one hardened peak with his mouth.

His tongue was hot and wet as he lapped at her, swirling around the sensitive bud before drawing it deeper. At the same time, his hand came up to cradle her other boob, his thumb rubbing slow, maddening circles.

The dual sensation-the wet heat of his mouth and the firm, knowing pressure of his fingers-made her back arch. A low, helpless moan escaped her lips.

"You like it, bunny?" he murmured, his voice a dark, velvet rumble against the shell of her ear. "Do you love it when I touch you like this?" His other hand never stopped its slow, possessive kneading, each deliberate press of his palm and fingers sending another wave of shivering pleasure through her.

He pulled away from her peaked skin with a soft, wet pop, the sound obscenely loud in the quiet room, and immediately replaced his mouth with the pad of his thumb, circling the sensitive peak with a maddening, teasing pressure.

"Like it..." she breathed out, her voice low and husky, thickened with a need she wasn’t trying to hide anymore.

The sound of it that raw, surrendered admission shot straight through him. He felt himself harden even more, a near-painful ache of pure want. Her voice, roughened with arousal, was like a drug, a symphony played just for him. It was permission, it was encouragement, it was everything.

"Tell me again," he demanded softly, his own breathing growing heavier. "Tell me what you like."

"I... I like it," she whispered again, her voice trembling, lost in the haze of sensation.

It wasn’t enough for him. He wanted to hear the truth without the fragile veil of her shyness. He gave her a rougher, more deliberate knead, his fingers working the sensitive peak until a sharp, breathy moan tore from her throat.

"Tell me clearly, bunny," he commanded, his voice a deep, smooth rumble that vibrated against her skin. "Throw your shyness out the window. All your hesitation. You’re my bunny. So tell me exactly what you like... and take it like a good girl."

"I l-like... when... when you touch me..." she breathed out heavily, her words faltering as she felt his hand slip lower, his fingers hooking into the lace of her shorts and giving the little fluffy tail a gentle, possessive tug.

"Where do you like me to touch you?" he asked, his voice a low murmur against her neck as his other hand worked on easing the delicate fabric down her hips.

"...I..." she gasped, her mind scrambling as cool air kissed her thighs.

"Bunny," he said, his tone leaving no room for evasion. He paused his movements, letting her feel the full weight of his expectation. "Don’t say ’my twin 2TB drive’ like you did before. Not tonight. Say it. Without hesitation."

Bella’s gaze lifted to his. His eyes were dark pools of fire, patient and demanding all at once. The command in them was absolute.

Swallowing hard, she whispered, "I like... when you touch my chest..." The admission sent a fresh wave of heat through her, her body already soaking in the intensity of his focus.

"Wrong," he stated simply, his voice a smooth, dark caress. There was no anger, just pure, unyielding correction. "That’s too formal, too safe. Say you like when I touch your boobs."

As he spoke the last word, he finally slid the shorts completely down her legs and off, leaving her utterly bare before him. The sudden exposure made her gasp, a sharp "Ah..." escaping her lips, a sound that was equal parts shock and surrender.

He didn’t give her time to adjust. Lowering his head, he bit down gently on the skin of her collarbone, not enough to hurt, but enough to claim, to remind her who was guiding this. "Say it."