His innocent wife is a dangerous hacker.-Chapter 548

He was taking his time, dismantling her defenses not with force, but with a devastating, focused tenderness. His hand found the hem of her shirt, his fingers slipping beneath to skim over the soft skin of her stomach. A shiver raced through her.

"Leo..." His name was a whisper, a plea, and a confirmation all at once.

"I’m here, Bunny," he murmured, his lips trailing back to her ear. "I’m right here. And I’m not going anywhere." His touch grew bolder, his hand splaying across her ribs, his thumb brushing the underside of her breast through the lace of her bra. "This research," he said, a hint of that smug smirk returning to his voice, "had a very clear hypothesis."

"And what was that?" she breathed, arching into his touch.

"That loving you," he said, punctuating the words with a kiss to her shoulder as his hand finally, slowly, cupped her breast fully, making her moan, "is the most effective therapy in the world."

Her soft moan caught in her throat, transforming into a choked, trembling breath as his words, so raw and so fiercely devoted, struck a chord deeper than any touch. Tears welled in her eyes, not from sadness, but from an overwhelming surge of love, longing, and the sheer relief of being so completely seen.

"Leo..." His name was a whisper torn from her very core, fragile and full. A single tear escaped, tracing a hot path down her temple. "Take me. Take my body. Take my heart. Take my soul."

The plea was her ultimate surrender, not of power, but of barriers. It was an invitation to the very center of her being. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

He froze for a heartbeat, his own breath hitching as if her words had physically struck him. The playful heat in his eyes was doused, replaced by a depth of emotion so profound it was almost frightening. He slowly lowered his forehead to rest against hers, his eyes closing as he absorbed the magnitude of what she was offering.

"Oh, Bunny," he breathed, his voice thick with an awe that bordered on reverence. "You beautiful, fearless woman." He kissed the tear away, his lips salty and tender. "I don’t take what’s already mine," he murmured against her skin. "I cherish it. I protect it. I spend my life honoring it."

He pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, his gaze holding hers with an intensity that felt like a vow. "But now," he continued, his voice dropping to a low, resonant promise, "I will worship it. Every single, sacred part."

The removal of their clothes was slow and silent. Bella’s hands were achingly careful, her fingers trembling slightly as she eased his shirt over his shoulders, her eyes constantly checking his face for any flicker of pain. Her own clothing seemed to fall away under his patient, deliberate touch, until there was nothing but skin and shared breath.

He began his worship with a devotion that made her breath catch. His lips traced a path of heat from the hollow of her throat, down the slope of her breast, pausing to lavish attention on each peak until she was arching beneath him, her fingers tangled in his hair. He kissed his way across her stomach, along the delicate line of her hip, down the inside of her thigh, every kiss a whispered promise, every touch a rediscovery.

By the time he settled between her legs, she was trembling, wound tight with a need that was both physical and profoundly emotional. When he finally entered her, it was with a slow, steady push that stole the air from her lungs. A low, shattered moan broke from her lips. Her hands flew to his back instinctively, her nails pressing into the hard muscle of his shoulders before she remembered, going rigid with the effort to stop herself from marking him, from holding on too tightly.

He stilled, buried deep within her, his face hovering just above hers. His eyes were dark pools of heat and adoration. "Don’t hold back," he murmured, his voice rough with strain. He lowered his mouth to hers in a searing kiss before pulling back, his gaze locking with hers. "Bite my lip instead."

A shudder ran through her. She leaned up, capturing his lower lip between her teeth, applying just enough pressure to make him groan, a deep, visceral sound of pleasure. It was permission. It was sharing the intensity.

Emboldened, she bit down again, a little sharper, as he began to move.

His thrusts were controlled, slow, deep, and devastatingly thorough. Each one dragged a gasp or a whimper from her. Each retreat made her cling to him, her teeth still gently worrying his lip in rhythm with their joining. The sweet, sharp sting of her bites mingled with the overwhelming pleasure, creating a loop of sensation that drove them both higher.

He was savoring her, every clutch of her body around his, every muffled cry against his mouth. The careful pace was its own form of torture, drawing out every spark of feeling until the room was filled with the sounds of their ragged breathing, skin sliding against skin, and the soft, wet sounds of their kisses.

He groaned, a deep, guttural sound torn from his chest when he felt her walls flutter, the delicate clench around him that signaled she was teetering on the edge. His own control, held so carefully by a thread, began to fray.

"Leo... Leo, I’m coming," she gasped, the words a broken moan against his sweat slick shoulder, her body beginning to tremble beneath him.

The plea undid him. "Together," he rasped, the word rough and urgent. "Look at me, Mrs. Moretti. Come with me."

He forced her gaze to his, their eyes locking in a storm of shared intensity. In that instant, his rhythm changed. The deep, measured thrusts became powerful, driving surges, each one pushing her higher, chasing his own release to meet hers.

A sharp, breathless cry tore from her lips as the climax shattered through her. Her back arched off the bed, her inner muscles pulsing around him in tight, rhythmic waves. The sight of her, beautiful, undone, and utterly his, was the final trigger.

With a final, deep thrust that buried him completely, he followed her over. His own release was a silent, powerful convulsion, a hot rush of surrender as he spilled into her, his groan lost against her neck. He shuddered, his full weight settling against her for a moment before he remembered his injury and caught himself on his forearms, his body still trembling with the aftershocks.

They lay there, tangled and breathless, the only sound their slowly syncing heartbeats. He pressed a soft, reverent kiss to her damp forehead.

"My perfect Bunny," he muttered.