His innocent wife is a dangerous hacker.-Chapter 487 Goddess ★

Warning: R-18

Pressed between the sting of his teeth and the overwhelming vulnerability of her nakedness, her last shred of formality dissolved. "I... I like it when you touch my boobs..." she confessed, the word feeling foreign and thrilling on her tongue, her voice thick with shyness and a burgeoning, raw honesty.

"Good girl," he purred, the praise dark and thick with approval.

Before the words could fully settle, a sharp, stinging slap landed on the soft, round ass.

Smack.

The sound was crisp in the quiet room, and Bella jolted with a gasp, her eyes flying to his in pure shock.

He was already staring, utterly transfixed, his gaze locked on the spot he’d struck. He watched, mesmerized, as the flesh trembled and bounced from the impact. A wave of dark, possessive heat flooded his eyes, turning them nearly black. With a low growl, he brought his hands back, not to strike again, but to claim. He gripped the reddening skin tightly, his fingers digging into the plush softness, molding her to his touch.

He watched, breath hitching, as his handprints bloomed across her pale skin—a perfect, vivid red. The sight of his marks on her, evidence of his possession, sent a violent shudder of pure heat through his entire body. A ragged groan tore from his throat, raw and unrestrained, as the sensation—the visual, the tactile, the sheer ownership of it—rippled through him, tightening every muscle and coiling his desire to an almost painful intensity.

With a firm but controlled motion, he guided her onto her back against the mattress. She looked up at him, eyes wide with a mix of shock and breathless anticipation.

Without a word, his hands went to the hem of his black sweatshirt. In one smooth, powerful motion, he pulled it up and over his head, tossing it aside. The soft fabric whispered against his skin before falling away, and the sight left Bella utterly breathless. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Her teeth caught her lower lip, biting down softly as her gaze drank him in.

His chest was broad and defined, sculpted with lean muscle that spoke of strength held in perfect control. In the low light, every contour was cast in shadow and gold..the hard planes of his pecs, the deep cut of his collarbones. Her eyes traveled lower, over the ridges of his abdomen, eight perfect, taut lines that flexed as he moved. And lower still, trailing past his navel to the sharp, seductive V-lines that disappeared beneath the waistband of his sweatpants, pointing like an arrow to the thick, unmistakable bulge straining against the fabric.

A slow, knowing smirk curved his lips as he watched her eyes roam over him, drinking in every line and contour as if she were memorizing him.

"Spread your legs," he commanded, his voice a low, rough vibration that left no room for hesitation.

Bella’s breath hitched. A fresh wave of shy warmth colored her cheeks, but she didn’t look away from his burning gaze. Slowly, tentatively, she let her knees fall apart, opening herself to him.

The sight stole the air from his lungs. He sucked in a sharp, deep breath, his own body tightening in response.

Goddess...

His bunny. His sweet, blushing, devastatingly beautiful goddess. Laid bare before him like this, she was breathtaking. Every soft curve, every bit of her flushed skin—it was a vision of pure, untouchable beauty that was now entirely his.

He was utterly, completely wrecked. And he hadn’t even touched her yet.

Without hesitation, he moved, lowering himself between her parted thighs. He brought his face close, his breath hot against her most intimate skin, and inhaled deeply, a primal, claiming sound that made her whole body tense.

Bella’s hands flew down instinctively, her palms pressing against his shoulders in a weak, flustered attempt to push him away. "L-Leo, wait-"

He pulled back just enough to look up at her, his expression darkening with displeasure. "Hands," he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument, "above your head. Now."

A shiver raced through her, but the sheer dominance in his tone brooked no disobedience. Slowly, her arms lifted, her fingers curling into the sheets above her head as she submitted to his will.

"Good girl," he purred, the approval in his voice thick and satisfying.

Then he returned to his feast. As he leaned in again, Bella’s nerves flared, her thighs instinctively trying to squeeze together. But he was ready. His strong hands clamped onto her inner thighs, holding them firmly apart. With effortless strength, he hooked her legs over his broad shoulders, pinning her in place and lifting her hips to meet his mouth.

He didn’t just kiss her. He devoured her.

The first intimate, wet stroke of his tongue drew a shattered, broken cry from her lips.

"Ahhhhhhh-!"

And he didn’t stop.

His head lowered, and she felt the first warm, wet stroke of his tongue against her most sensitive skin. A jolt of pure electricity shot through her, making her gasp and arch off the bed.

He didn’t hesitate, his tongue moving in slow, deliberate licks, exploring her, tasting her, learning the rhythm that made her tremble.

At the same time, the thick pad of his finger pressed against her entrance, rubbing her inner lips in a slow, maddening circle before finally pushing inside. She was so wet, so ready for him, that he slid in with a smooth, deep glide that stole the breath from her lungs.

"...Leo...!" she cried out, his name a fractured plea as his tongue continued its devastating work, circling her clit with relentless precision. The dual sensation-the deep, filling stretch of his finger moving inside her, and the flickering, hot pressure of his mouth-sent waves of pleasure crashing sent waves of pleasure crashing through her, so intense her whole body began to tingle and shake. Every nerve was alive, singing under his touch, coiling tighter and tighter towards a peak she could already feel trembling on the horizon.

Suddenly, his finger touched her most sensitive spot.

Bella’s eyes flew wide, a shocked gasp tearing from her lips. Her entire body jolted, a bolt of pure, unexpected sensation shooting through her. Instinctively, her hands flew from the sheets to his thick hair, her fingers tangling desperately in the dark strands as she pulled him closer, a strangled cry breaking from her throat. It wasn’t a cry of pain, but one of overwhelming, electrifying sensation.