His innocent wife is a dangerous hacker.-Chapter 591 I can’t get enough of you ★

Warning: R-18

Down her throat. Kissing. Licking. Nipping at the sensitive skin until she was squirming beneath him, little sounds escaping her with every touch.

His eyes darkened further when he reached the curve where her neck met her shoulder, the spot he knew drove her crazy.

He bit down harder this time.

She screamed, a sharp, breathless sound that was pain and pleasure tangled together so tightly they could not be separated.

He soothed her immediately, his tongue tracing over the mark, soft and slow and almost apologetic.

Then he looked up at her.

Her face was flushed red, lips parted, breathing ragged. Tears clung to her lashes, not from pain alone, but from the overwhelming intensity of it all. A few escaped, tracing silver paths down her temples.

His bunny.

His perfect, beautiful, responsive bunny.

He lowered his head and kissed the tears away, one by one, feather-light and tender.

"You’re so beautiful, bunny," he breathed, his voice rough and low, like gravel wrapped in velvet. "I can’t get enough of you."

He was looking into her glassy brown eyes, those deep, warm pools that seemed to hold entire universes within them. How could any eyes be so beautiful? He had traveled the world, seen countless faces, but nothing compared to the way she looked at him right now. The urge to get lost in them, to drown in their depths, was so intense it almost hurt.

He forced himself to move.

One hand released her, reaching for the nightstand drawer. He pulled out a condom, the foil packet catching the golden afternoon light.

Bella’s lips pursed immediately. A small, unhappy pout that made her look both adorable and slightly offended.

He just muttered, "Degree first."

She remembered their conversation on the boat. The promise. She nodded slowly, accepting, even as that little pout lingered.

He set the condom on the bed beside them, then stood to remove his pants. His eyes never left hers, not for a single second. The intensity of his gaze pinned her in place, made her feel like the most desired woman in the world.

She understood the silent command.

Her fingers found the zipper of her dress. Slowly, deliberately, she pulled it down, letting the fabric slip from her shoulders and pool at her feet. Then her bra, discarded. Then her underwear, stepped out of with deliberate grace.

She was now bare before him.

His eyes darkened with a desire so primal it looked almost like pain. His jaw tightened. His chest rose and fell with increasingly ragged breaths.

He rolled the condom on in one practiced motion, never looking away from her.

Then he crooked his finger. A silent summons.

Come here.

She went.

Bella crawled toward him on unsteady legs, her heart hammering, her skin flushed with heat. When she reached him, he lowered his head and captured her lips. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

The kiss was deep, consuming, a claiming that went beyond physical. His tongue slid against hers, tasting, exploring, memorizing. Her lips were red and swollen when he finally released them.

She wanted more.

Slowly, deliberately, she climbed down his body, kissing his chest, his stomach, lower still. Before she could reach her destination, his hands caught her, pulling her back up.

He wanted her face. He wanted to watch.

Both were breathing heavily now, lungs working overtime, skin slick with a fine sheen of sweat. Leo’s eyes were almost black with desire, the gray swallowed by pupil and need.

He pushed her gently but firmly against the wall.

His mouth found hers again, hungry and desperate. One of his hands gripped her thigh, lifting her leg until it hooked over his shoulder, opening her completely to him.

His fingers found her core.

Wet. Hot. Ready.

He looked at her with a dark, possessive smirk, and she hid her face against his shoulder, cheeks burning.

His other hand found her breast, squeezing, kneading, rolling her nipple between thumb and finger until she moaned against his skin.

He held himself then, stroked once, twice, positioned at her entrance and rubbed slowly against her slick heat, teasing them both.

When he finally pushed inside—

Bella moaned, loud and breathless, her arms wrapping around his neck, her face pressing into the crook of his shoulder as he filled her completely.

Leo closed his eyes.

The pleasure was blinding. Consuming. She was so tight, so warm, so perfectly his.

He held still for a moment, just feeling her, letting the sensation wash over him.

Then he opened his eyes and began to move.

A wet, rhythmic sound filled the room, skin against skin, the unmistakable cadence of their joining. Her back pressed against the cool wall, his body pinning her there, solid and unrelenting.

Bella’s eyes fluttered closed, her head falling back against the wall as sensation overwhelmed her.

Leo’s hand moved instantly. His fingers found her jaw, gripping firmly but not hard, guiding her face back toward him. His thumb pressed gently against her bottom lip, making her mouth pout slightly.

"Look at me," he commanded, his voice low and rough, dark with possession. "Look at me when I’m inside you."

Her eyes opened slowly, heavy-lidded and glazed with pleasure. They found his, those gray eyes burning into her soul, dark and hungry and completely focused on her.

Tears welled immediately, spilling over and tracing silver paths down her cheeks.

He leaned down and kissed them away. Gently. Tenderly. Even as his hips never stopped moving, thrusting into her with that same deep, steady rhythm that had her seeing stars.

Then his lips found hers. Her pouty mouth. He kissed her, not gently this time. It was hungry, almost devouring, like he wanted to consume her entirely. His tongue swept inside, tasting her tears, her moans, her very essence.

Bella cried out against his mouth, pleasure building so intensely it bordered on pain. A tingling sensation spread through her entire body, starting where they were joined and radiating outward until her toes curled and her fingers scrambled for purchase on his shoulders.

"Leo..." His name was a broken whisper, a plea, a prayer against his lips.

Her nails dug into his skin, raking down his back as wave after wave of sensation crashed through her.

He released her mouth, pulling back just enough to watch her face as he moved. His hands gripped her thighs tighter, hitching her higher against the wall. Muscles strained in his arms and shoulders.

His thrusts changed. Harder. Deeper. More urgent. The wall almost shook behind her with the force of it.

A guttural groan tore from his chest, raw and completely unguarded.

"Bella..."

Her name on his lips was the last thing she heard before everything shattered into white-hot light.