His innocent wife is a dangerous hacker.-Chapter 489 She wanted more ★

Warning: R-18

And Leo watched, utterly captivated, as she was completely lost in the whirlwind of her own pleasure. A deep, primal satisfaction settled in his chest, hotter than any flame. He couldn’t resist, he lowered his head once more, not to push her further, but to claim his tribute. His tongue swept over her, slow and thorough now, licking away every last drop of the sweet, trembling reward he had drawn from her, savoring the tangible proof of her ecstasy.

Finally, gently, he eased her trembling thighs from around his head and moved up her body. He didn’t speak. Instead, he pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses along her jawline, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin in a series of light, possessive nips.

The sensation slowly drew Bella back from the hazy, floating aftermath. Consciousness returned, but it was a consciousness saturated with pleasure. She felt... incredible. Weightless, used, and humming with a deep, satiated glow. But beneath the satisfaction, a new, hungry ember was already sparking. She wanted more.

"Leo..." she breathed, her voice hoarse and small. Her hands, which felt both weak and incredibly sensitive, lifted to cradle his cheeks.

He didn’t answer with words. In response, his lips found the delicate shell of her ear. He didn’t just kiss it..he bit down, a sharp, exquisite sting that made her gasp and moan all over again, her fingers tightening on his face. The sound was a direct line to his own raging need, and a low growl vibrated in his throat against her skin. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

"Let me... touch you," she whispered, her voice still breathy and low from her climax, yet laced with a new, daring intent.

She pushed herself up onto her elbows, then into a sitting position. Leo didn’t reject her, didn’t push her back down. Instead, he gave a slow, deliberate nod, his stormy eyes never leaving hers. He shifted back, leaning against the carved headboard, making space for her between his legs. His posture was one of indulgent surrender, a king allowing his queen to claim her due.

Bella knelt before him, her own body still humming. With trembling fingers, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of his soft dark sweatpants. He helped her, raising his hips off the mattress just enough for her to slide them down. The fabric whispered over his skin, revealing the plain black briefs beneath.

And there it was.

A sharp, breathless inhale caught in Bella’s throat. Her teeth sank into her already swollen lower lip. The thin cotton of his briefs was strained to its limit, tented by the thick, heavy length of his arousal. The outline was unmistakable..long, rigid, and curving proudly against his lower abdomen. The sheer size of him, so blatantly displayed for her, was both intimidating and wildly exciting.

Leo watched her, his expression a mask of smoldering patience. One muscular arm was bent, his hand braced casually behind his head on the headrest, the very picture of relaxed dominance. But the tension in his jaw and the dark, hungry heat in his eyes betrayed the control he was exercising, letting her take the lead, letting her look her fill. The silence between them was thick, charged with anticipation and the silent dare in his gaze. Go on, it seemed to say. Touch what’s yours.

Her teeth pressed deeper into the plump flesh of her lower lip, the slight sting anchoring her in the dizzying reality of the moment. With a shaky breath, she hooked her fingers into the waistband of his black briefs. Using his powerful thighs as leverage, her small hands slid the soft cotton down, slowly revealing him inch by torturous inch.

The feel of his skin beneath her palms, warm and smooth, taut over solid muscle was electrifying.

As the fabric cleared his hips, Leo’s control visibly wavered. A sharp, ragged inhale hissed through his teeth. His eyes, which had been watching her with dark intensity, glazed over, becoming hazy and unfocused with raw, unbridled lust. The sight of her delicate hands on him, her focused, blushing attention, was undoing him.

When the briefs finally cleared him completely, falling to the sheets, Bella’s breath caught audibly. A soft, involuntary sound...almost a moan...escaped her parted lips.

He was fully, magnificently bare before her. The sight was overwhelming. His dick was thick and long, standing proud and heavy against his stomach, the skin flushed a deep, ruddy hue that spoke of his aching need. Every vein and contour was defined in the low light, showing his masculinity and the desperate tension he was holding in check for her sake. She simply stared, her heart hammering against her ribs, completely captivated.

"Leo... you’re... so..." she whispered, her voice trailing off into a breathless sigh as words failed her. Instead of speaking, she leaned forward and pressed a soft, reverent kiss to the hard, corded muscle of his inner thigh. The contact was electric.

Leo’s entire body stiffened. A low, guttural groan was ripped from his chest. His hands, which had been resting at his sides, clenched into white-knuckled fists against the sheets, the tendons in his forearms standing out in stark relief as he fought the overwhelming urge to pull her into his arms and claim her right then. His breathing became heavy and ragged, each inhale a harsh, desperate sound in the quiet room. He looked down at her, his gaze a turbulent storm of devotion and pure, unadulterated desire.

Bella’s throat felt tight. Her eyes were wide as she looked down at him. She had seen him before, but tonight, seeing him again, she really felt how big he was. He wasn’t just hard; he was perfect and powerful—thick, very long, the skin stretched taut and flushed a deep, ruddy red. His strength and size scared her, but they also excited her.

Tentatively, Her small hands moved slowly from his thighs, up to his hard stomach. She loved to touch him there, to feel his strength under her fingertips.

Then she did something that shocked him..

She lowered her head, her soft brown hair falling like a curtain around her face, and captured the swollen, slick tip of him with her mouth.

"Goddammit! Bella—!" The curse was a sharp, choked explosion of air. He sat up straighter as if struck by lightning, one hand reflexively flying to her hair, his fingers tangling in the silken strands not to guide her, but to anchor himself. The sight was utterly devastating, her innocent, doe-like eyes looking up at him from beneath long, dark lashes, her plush lips stretched around him. It was a vision of sinful paradise, but it clashed violently with his need to protect her. "You don’t... you don’t need to do this," he managed, his voice strangled with a mix of awe and concern.

Plop.

She released him with a soft, wet sound, pulling back just enough to meet his gaze. Her eyes, deep and earthy like rich soil, held a determination that belied their usual softness. "Let me..." she breathed, her voice a husky whisper. "Let me do it..."