His innocent wife is a dangerous hacker.-Chapter 510 ★

Warning: R-18

The weight of him was everywhere, a delicious, consuming pressure as he lifted her knees over his shoulders, opening her completely. In one smooth, relentless stroke, he filled her. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

A ragged groan tore from his chest. "Bella..."

Her breath left her in a heavy, shattered sigh, her eyes instantly glazing with tears -not of pain, but of pure, overwhelming sensation.

He was so deep, so there, stretching her in the most perfect way.

"Oh... ah, Leo," she cried out, the sound broken and sweet.

He caught the cry with his mouth, kissing her roughly, desperately. It was less a kiss and more a claiming, his tongue sweeping against hers, tasting her moans. He broke only to suck her lower lip between his teeth, nipping and soothing it with his tongue.

"God... Leo!" she cried again as his thrusts began in earnest, deep and hard, each one jolting a gasp from her lungs.

He braced himself above her, his gaze locked on her tear-streaked face, watching every flicker of pleasure. He dipped his head, his teeth grazing her jaw. "You like it rough, bunny?" he growled against her skin.

"Mmm...!" was all she could manage, a desperate, affirmative sound as her blush deepened. He drove into her again, harder, and her eyes rolled back, a soft, choked sob of pure ecstasy escaping her as the world dissolved into nothing but him, and the perfect, punishing rhythm of his hips.

His voice was a raw scrape against her ear in the dark. "You’re perfect. Do you even know? How tight and wet you are for me right now?"

Bella could only cry out, a shattered sound of pure pleasure, as her arms locked around his neck. Her body moved not by her own will, but by his—a wild, driving rhythm that stole the breath from her lungs and the thoughts from her head. She came apart around him with a sob, her inner muscles clenching him tight.

He groaned, a deep, gut-punched sound of shared ecstasy. But he was far from finished. Still hard, still buried deep inside her, he sat up abruptly, his hands firm on her waist.

Bella’s eyes flew open, wide and dazed. Instinctively, she clung to his neck as he lifted her with him, her body sliding up his until just the tip of him remained. Then, with a controlled force that stole her breath, he pulled her back down, spearing her onto him completely.

A sharp gasp tore from her. This position—it was deeper, so much deeper. He filled her utterly, a claiming that went to her very core. His strong hands spread across her bare back, pulling her flush against his chest, and she buried her face in the sweat-damp skin of his shoulder, overwhelmed.

"Ride me," he commanded, his voice thick and dark.

But he regretted the words the instant they left his mouth.

She began to move, but not with the frantic pace he’d set. This was slow. Agonizing. She rose, a trembling, exquisite ascent that made him see stars, then sank back down with a deliberate, melting slowness that dragged a ragged groan from his chest. Her hips rolled in a gentle, circular torture, milking every inch of him.

It was pure, delicious agony. His fingers bit into the soft skin of her hips, not to guide her, but to hold on as she destroyed him with this slow, sensual burn. He could only watch, jaw clenched, as she took her pleasure from him, turning his own demand into her sweet, slow revenge.

The slow, rolling rhythm was all Bella could manage, her body singing with a sensitivity that bordered on painful sweetness. Each tiny movement sent shockwaves through her, a fragile, building pleasure she had to handle with care.

Leo watched her, his own control fraying at the edges, until it snapped.

"Goodness," he cursed, the word a strained groan. His hands tightened on her hips, stilling her gentle movements, and he began to thrust upward in sharp, powerful surges from beneath her.

Bella gasped, her eyes flying wide. The sudden, deep invasion was too much, a delicious shock to her oversensitized walls. A broken cry was torn from her, tears of overwhelming sensation springing to her eyes as pleasure-pain lanced through her core.

"It’s okay, bunny," he murmured roughly against her throat, placing a hot, open-mouthed kiss there as he continued to drive into her. "You’re okay. Just feel it."

"Ah—!" she sobbed, her head falling forward. Her teeth found the hard curve of his shoulder, biting down to anchor herself against the storm. He didn’t flinch, didn’t even seem to feel it, his entire world narrowed to the clutch of her body around his and the shattered sounds she made.

It was too intense, too perfect. The coil within her shattered, and she fell apart with a trembling cry, her inner walls fluttering wildly around him. The feeling tore his own release from him with a guttural groan, his thrusts slowing to a deep, final pulse as he spent himself inside her.

For a long moment, there was only the sound of their ragged breathing in the dim room. He was still inside her, softening, their skin damp and sticking. With infinite care, he lifted her, separating their bodies, and gently set her beside him on the couch.

He took care of the condom, disposing of it before returning to her side. She lay boneless, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her beautiful brown eyes closed. He sank down beside her, gathered her limp form, and pulled her into his lap. He pressed a soft, lingering kiss to her damp forehead.

"You okay, bunny?" he asked, his voice hoarse.

Her eyelashes fluttered open. She didn’t speak, but her eyes met his, soft and sated and full of a trust that stole the air from his lungs. It was all the reassurance he needed.

His heart swelled, so full of her he thought it might crack. He kissed her closed eyelids, one then the other, his lips tender.

"You’re perfect, bunny," he whispered again, the words a vow against her skin.

"Hmm," she sighed, a sound of pure contentment. She turned her head and pressed a soft, sleepy kiss to the center of his chest, right over the frantic beat of his heart.

A full-body shiver went through him—not from passion now, but from something deeper, something that felt terrifyingly like forever. He just held her closer, resting his cheek against her hair, and let the quiet settle around them.