His innocent wife is a dangerous hacker.-Chapter 488 Faster ★

Warning: R-18

"Take it all, bunny," he commanded, his voice a rough, heated whisper against her damp skin. He lifted his head just enough for her to see the faint, possessive smirk playing on his lips. His finger never stopped its intimate, knowing work, curling and stroking deep inside her with a rhythm that stole the very breath from her lungs.

Bella’s vision swam, his face a beautiful, blurred image above her. An intense, electric tingling had taken over her entire body, a current of pure sensation that short-circuited every thought. Her mind was blank, white noise and static, consumed by the feeling he was coaxing from her very core.

Yet, even through the haze, her eyes couldn’t stop tracing the perfect, sinful shape of his lips. They were slick and glistening, stained with her essence, and the sight sent a fresh, shameless thrill through her. Watching her rapt attention, his smirk deepened. He slowly ran the tip of his tongue over his lower lip, tasting her, his expression one of dark, profound satisfaction. His dark hair was disheveled, falling across his forehead in messy strands, and his face flushed, intense, carved with desire looked like it had been sculpted by a god who understood only temptation.

At this moment... I’m looking at the god of sex himself, she thought, the revelation dizzying.

Below, his finger explored her with devastating precision. He felt her inner walls, impossibly tight and hot, clenching rhythmically around his intrusion. Each delicious squeeze made his own body grow impossibly more rigid, a groan building in his chest. The sensation was so perfect, so consuming, he was certain he was being granted a glimpse of heaven.

Unable to stay away a moment longer, he lowered his head again, drawn back to the feast he’d only just begun. He was already missing the taste of her.

"Leo... I feel... I feel..." she gasped, her fingers twisting desperately in his thick, silky hair. The words were a fractured plea, lost in the overwhelming sensation.

In response, he did the opposite of what she wanted. His movements, which had been driving her toward the edge, slowed to a maddening, deliberate crawl. His tongue, which had been lapping hungrily at her wetness, now switched to long, slow, curling strokes. He savored every drop that seeped from her, drinking her in with a relish that was both worship and torture. He hummed against her, the vibration a direct, teasing assault on her most sensitive nerves.

"...Faster..." she managed to mutter, her voice a thin, desperate thread.

Instead, his pace became even more agonizingly slow. His strokes grew more deliberate, more dizzying in their focused intensity. It was as if he were mapping her with his tongue, learning every fold, every secret, determined to unravel her completely on his own excruciating timeline.

Frustrated, burning with a need only he could quench, she tightened her thighs around his head, pressing him deeper, trying to force the pace. His face was now fully, deliciously suffocated between her legs, buried in her pussy. Not that he cared. He would die happily here. This kind of suffocation, hot and wet, perfumed with the scent of her arousal, transforming into a divine kind of pain that felt almost like pleasure.

He pulled back just enough to let out a low, dark chuckle, his breath fanning over her slick skin. "You’ll get ’faster,’ bunny," he murmured, his voice muffled and thick with her taste. "When I say so. Not when you beg for it." He pressed a single, slow, open-mouthed kiss to her trembling core before adding, "Right now, you’re going to feel every... last... second."

In response, she became an angry little bunny. Frustration overriding her shyness, her hands, which had been tangled in his hair, flew down to her pussy, her fingers seeking to rub the aching, desperate need herself, to find the relief he was so cruelly denying her.

Leo’s eyes, which had been smoldering, darkened into a stormy, dangerous gray. A possessive growl rumbled deep in his chest before the words tore from him, sharp and absolute.

"HANDS OFF! THIS IS MINE!"

The command was a whip-crack in the charged air. Bella shuddered violently, her whole body beginning to shake. It wasn’t from fear, but from a raw, visceral heat that his words ignited deep within her. The sheer, primal possessiveness in his voice was the most sensual thing she had ever heard.

"You want faster, right?" he asked, his tone a dark. Then, without waiting for an answer, he descended again.

This time, there was no teasing slowness. His tongue lashed against her core, a hot, wet, demanding stroke. His large, vein-thick hands shot up and clamped around her thighs, his grip so firm it bordered on painful, pressing her open, holding her completely still for his feast. The delicate skin of her inner thighs bloomed red under the pressure of his fingers.

And then, with a precision that stole her sanity, the pad of his finger found that exquisitely sensitive spot just above where his tongue worked, applying a firm, circling pressure that made her entire body arch off the bed with a silent, breathless scream. Every nerve ending sang, a tingling fire spreading from her core to the tips of her fingers and toes.

All the while, his tongue ate her out with a shameless, devouring hunger. There was no finesse now, only raw, relentless claiming..deep, wet strokes and sinful, sucking pulls that drew the very essence from her. The obscene, slick sounds filled the room, a soundtrack to her utter unraveling, each one driving her higher, faster, toward a peak that now felt terrifyingly, deliciously inevitable.

A sound tore from Bella’s throat that was pure, unadulterated sensation given voice—a raw, ragged, "Ahahhahhhhhh!" that echoed off the walls, born from a place so deep within her she didn’t know existed.

Her body bowed off the mattress in a perfect, taut arc, every muscle locking in ecstatic surrender. The pleasure wasn’t a wave; it was a supernova, detonating at her core and radiating outwards in blinding, white-hot pulses. It was so profound, so all-consuming, that the world dissolved into a haze of golden light and pulsating sensation.

For a moment, there was no room, no bed, no him...only the sheer, overwhelming intensity of the climax he had wrung from her. It crashed over her, through her, wiping her mind completely clean. Her nerves screamed in rapture, then, paradoxically, went utterly silent, submerged in a blissful, weightless numbness. She floated in the aftermath, breathless, boneless, feeling as if she had been shattered and remade, her very soul tingling with the aftershocks of a paradise he alone had shown her.