His innocent wife is a dangerous hacker.-Chapter 463 I want to learn you

Leo’s jaw clenched, his breath coming heavier now. "Bunny... you don’t know what you’re doing to me..." he murmured, his voice so low it sounded almost like a growl.

Bella pulled back slightly, her eyes wide and shining, cheeks red. "I think I do," she whispered, her smile soft and breathtaking. "You look... happy."

"Happy," he echoed, a shaky laugh leaving him as he slid one palm up her back, pulling her closer without even thinking. "That’s one word for it."

She giggled softly, brushing her lips along the edge of his jaw again, and Leo sucked in a sharp breath, his head tipping back just enough to give her more space.

He thought she was retreating when she shifted back, and disappointment flickered across his face for the smallest second. But then Bella leaned in again, this time with a shy determination that made his breath stop entirely, and reached for the first button of his shirt.

Her fingers, soft and trembling just a little, slipped under the fabric and began undoing it one by one.

Leo’s eyes darkened instantly.

"Bunny..." he breathed, watching her through lowered lashes, his voice heavy and warm. He didn’t move. Didn’t even lift a hand. He just let her do whatever she wanted, his chest rising and falling harder every second.

When the shirt loosened, Bella pushed it aside gently with her small hands, exposing the warm skin of his chest. She leaned in and kissed him there, her lips soft and slow, as if she was memorizing the taste of him.

He sucked in a sharp breath.

Her mouth moved down, trailing tiny kisses along the line of his sternum, her hair brushing lightly against his skin. Leo’s head fell back a little, eyes half-closed, jaw tightening.

"Bella..." His voice was a low rumble now, half warning, half surrender.

She didn’t stop.

Her fingers moved to the next row of buttons, opening his shirt further, revealing more of him with quiet, innocent confidence. Her lips followed the trail she created, moving lower, warm and feather-light, sending shivers racing across his abdomen.

She paused for a heartbeat, her breath brushing the defined lines of his stomach, and Leo’s muscles tensed beneath her, a deep involuntary reaction he couldn’t hide.

Her fingers traced the sculpted lines of his abs, and then, in a soft, daring motion, Bella leaned down and kissed the warm skin there slowly, sweetly, and so gently it made his whole body tighten.

Leo inhaled sharply, his hand flying to the blanket beside him just to anchor himself. "Bella..." he whispered, almost helpless, watching her like she was the only thing in the world.

She looked up at him, cheeks warm, eyes shining, lips soft from kissing him.

He couldn’t even think.

Couldn’t breathe.

And when she added the faintest little lick... just a soft, curious flick of her tongue along the edge of one of the subtle muscle lines across his abdomen, Leo’s breath broke completely. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

His whole body jerked just a little.

"Bunny..." he exhaled, voice trembling now, "you’re... testing my limits."

Bella smiled shyly, her fingers splayed across his stomach, her lips still dangerously close to his skin.

"You taste salty..." she whispered, her breath warm against his skin, and Leo felt something inside him snap in the softest, most devastating way.

His hand lifted almost on instinct, fingers sliding into her hair, stroking the back of her head with a tenderness that contrasted sharply with the tension coiling through his body. Her hair felt silk-soft against his palm, her warmth so close he could barely think.

She leaned in again, shy but confident in her own way, and brushed another light lick along his skin, slow, curious, and innocent in intention but sinful to him in every possible way.

Leo’s chest rose sharply.

His thumb stroked behind her ear as he exhaled a low, rough breath he couldn’t hold back.

"Bella..." he murmured, the sound deep and unsteady, "you’re driving me insane."

She looked up at him, lips slightly parted, cheeks flushed, eyes wide and glowing with a mix of mischief and sweetness that made his heart and sanity both tilt dangerously.

"I just wanted..." she whispered shyly, "...to feel you."

His expression softened into something almost reverent. His thumb brushed her cheekbone, slow and warm, guiding her face up gently so he could see every tiny emotion written across her.

Bella’s fingers trembled a little as she pulled his shirt off, and Leo helped her lift it over his shoulders. When the fabric fell away, she froze for a moment, her breath catching softly at the sight of his bare chest. The warm glow of the tent lights brushed along the lines of his muscles, the smooth skin that rose and fell with each breath he took.

Her cheeks burned, but her eyes still trailed down, unable to help themselves. And then they stopped. Right at the unmistakable shape beneath the thin fabric of his sweatpants.

She swallowed, a warm fluttering blooming deep in her stomach, her thighs pressing together instinctively.

Leo saw the exact moment she noticed.

His lips curved slowly, dangerously, beautifully into a smirk that made her heart thump against her ribs. "See something interesting?" he murmured, his voice thick with amusement.

Bella’s face went even redder. "I... I’m going to take them off too," she whispered, trying to sound brave even as her voice betrayed her.

He lifted his hips without hesitation, watching her with hungry patience as she tugged his sweatpants down. He helped her slide them off, leaving only his briefs between them.

Bella sat back on her heels, staring at him with wide eyes and flushed cheeks, the air around them warm with the scent of him.

Leo ran a gentle hand over her thigh, slow enough to make her shiver. "Bunny..." he whispered, voice lower, softer, "you don’t have to rush. I’m not going anywhere."

She shook her head, leaning closer, her breath warm on his collarbone. "I’m not rushing... I just..." She hesitated, then met his eyes with shy courage. "I want to learn you."

Leo’s breath stilled.

Then he cupped her cheek with a tenderness that didn’t match the dark heat in his eyes. His thumb stroked her skin as if he were memorizing every curve of her face.

"Then come here," he murmured, guiding her gently toward him, his lips brushing hers in a slow, melting kiss. "I’ll let you explore as much as you want."

Bella’s hands slid up his sides, curious and gentle, feeling the warmth of his skin, the steady muscles beneath. Every touch she gave him felt like a question, and every slow breath he drew in felt like an answer.

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