His innocent wife is a dangerous hacker.-Chapter 462 Sweet torture

Bella’s breath trembled.

"You’re teasing me..." she whispered, her voice small and overwhelmed.

He smiled against her skin, lips brushing along the slope of her neck. "No," he said softly. "I’m reminding you who you studied all this for."

Her fingers curled into his hair involuntarily, her cheeks burning as she felt the warmth of his body settle closer, heavier, more possessive.

"Leo..." she breathed, half-warning, half-pleading, her heart pounding too fast for her to hide it.

He pulled back just enough to meet her eyes.

"Say it again," he whispered, brushing her lower lip with his thumb. "Say my name like that, and I promise I’ll teach you anything you want to know."

Bella’s breath trembled softly as she leaned close to his chest. "Leo..." she whispered, her lashes fluttering as she looked into his eyes. "I want to see you."

Leo went still, the playfulness draining from his eyes and replaced by something deeper, warmer, something that made his chest rise a little faster. "Bella..." he murmured, surprised, almost breathless.

"Please... today is my birthday," she said, her voice small and sweet as she touched his jaw with her trembling fingers. "Aren’t you going to fulfill my wish? And don’t you want to see whether I studied properly or not? Let me show you..."

Her shy boldness made his throat tighten. He rolled away from her and sat up. She sat up too, and he cupped the back of her neck gently. "Are you sure, bunny?" he asked, his voice low and careful, as if he needed to be absolutely certain.

Bella nodded, cheeks rosy, eyes soft and bright. "Yeah..."

Leo lay back slowly, giving her space, surrendering himself to her with a small smirk tugging at his lips. "Then show me," he said, voice husky and warm. "I’m giving you permission to use my body however you want."

Bella’s blush deepened, her heart fluttering wildly at his words. She waited for him to settle, then guided him to lie down fully, his dark shirt stretching across his chest, the soft fabric of his sweatpants clinging to him in a way that only made her shyer. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

He let her, watching with eyes that held trust and heat and something close to awe.

Bella leaned down first, brushing her lips against his gently, like a careful experiment. Leo inhaled sharply, his fingers curling into the blankets as he fought the urge to pull her closer instantly. Her mouth moved softly against his, exploring, learning, warming.

She kissed him again, a little slower, a little deeper, her hands lifting to trace along his temples, brushing down the sharp line of his cheekbones. Her fingertips were delicate, almost reverent, like she was memorizing him.

Leo let out a low exhale, his eyes falling half-closed as he let her lead. Every tiny touch she gave him made something warm and heavy pool in his chest, a sweetness that hurt in the best way.

"Bella..." he whispered, his voice roughening despite the way he tried to hide it.

She shushed him playfully, her thumb brushing the corner of his mouth as she smiled. "Let me... I want to make you feel good, too," she said softly, her voice trembling but sincere. She lowered her head and kissed the spot just beneath his jaw, softly, her breath warm against his skin.

Leo’s hand lifted hesitantly, resting on her waist, but he didn’t pull; he only steadied her, letting her set the pace, letting her learn him in her own tender, curious way.

Her lips moved slowly, gently along his jawline, her touch so innocent yet so warm that he felt his whole body tighten in quiet restraint.

"Bunny..." he whispered again, almost a plea, almost a warning, but he didn’t move away. He let her map the shape of him with her soft kisses, her gentle touches, her trembling breath.

Bella smiled shyly, her cheeks glowing. "I like seeing you like this," she whispered against his skin. "You look... so beautiful."

He let out a shaky laugh, chest rising and falling beneath her. "You’re going to kill me, bunny," he murmured, his hand sliding to the small of her back in a slow, helpless caress.

"No, I’m not going to kill you," she whispered against his skin, her voice warm and innocent and devastating all at once. "I’m giving you pleasure."

Her words glided over him like warm silk, and the breath he’d been trying to hold escaped in a slow, helpless exhale. Bella didn’t even realize what she was doing to him—or maybe she did, judging by the shy confidence on her face as she leaned in again.

This time, she pressed her lips more deliberately against the hollow of his throat, soft and slow, tracing the shape of his Adam’s apple with a tender curiosity that nearly destroyed the last thread of control he had left.

"Bella..." he breathed, his hand squeezing her waist without meaning to, fingers curling against the fabric of her pajamas as if he needed to anchor himself.

If he hadn’t been fully hard before, he definitely was now, painfully so and every gentle, teasing kiss she gave him sent another rush of heat spiraling through his body. His pulse hammered under her lips, betraying him completely.

She pulled back slightly to look at him, her eyes bright and mischievous, her smile small but proud. "You feel good?" she asked softly, her fingers brushing his cheek in feather-light strokes.

He swallowed, throat tight, his voice rough. "Bunny... I’m..." He didn’t even get to finish.

She leaned down again, kissing just below his jaw with a slow, lingering press that made his eyes shut on instinct. The warmth of her mouth, the softness of her breath, the sweetness of her scent—everything blended into a slow, delicious torture that made his muscles tense and his breath uneven.

"Bella..." he whispered again, this time almost in warning, almost in plea. He didn’t know whether he wanted her to continue or stop long enough for him to regain a shred of sanity.

But she didn’t stop.

She nuzzled the side of his throat gently, brushing her lips in tiny, innocent kisses that somehow set every nerve in his body on fire. Her hands rested on his chest, warm and careful, and he felt every timid shift of her weight, every small press of her fingers, every shy brush of her lips like a spark traveling through him.