His innocent wife is a dangerous hacker.-Chapter 653 I’m yours

Leo’s jaw tightened.

She wiggled again.

His hand, which had been resting on the pillow, curled into a fist.

She was killing him. Slowly. Deliberately. Unconsciously. Her soft body pressed against his, her warmth seeping through the thin fabric of his shirt, her hair tickling his chin.

He closed his eyes, trying to think of something else. Spreadsheets. Meetings. The dead assassin. Anything.

She wiggled again, her leg sliding higher, her knee brushing against—

His eyes snapped open.

She was still asleep. Still peaceful. Still completely unaware of what she was doing to him.

"Bella," he said, his voice low, rough.

She didn’t stir.

"Bella."

She mumbled something, her brow furrowing, and burrowed deeper into his chest.

His hand moved to her waist, intending to shift her, to create some space, to save what was left of his sanity. But the moment his fingers touched her skin—bare, warm, soft—he forgot why he was moving her.

His thumb traced a small circle on her hip.

She sighed in her sleep, pressing closer.

Leo’s head fell back against the pillow.

He was going to suffer. And she was going to sleep through all of it.

The sunlight was brighter now, gold and warm, spilling across the bed like honey. Bella’s chest rose and fell in slow, peaceful rhythm, her lips still parted, her lashes still resting against her cheeks. She had no idea. No idea what she was doing to him.

Her nightdress had ridden up during the night, bunched around her hips, exposing the soft curve of her thighs. One strap had slipped down her shoulder, and the neckline gaped open, showing the swell of her breasts, the shadow between them. Her hair was a fluffy mess spread across the pillow, catching the light, making her look like something from a dream.

Leo watched her for another moment. Then another. His control, the thing he prided himself on, the thing that never broke, was fraying at the edges. His body was hard, aching, desperate for her. And she was just lying there. Soft. Warm. Completely unaware.

Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore.

He shifted her gently, rolling her onto her back, and pressed himself against her side. His body curved around hers, his chest to her shoulder, his hips to her thigh. She was so soft. So warm. So completely, utterly his.

He buried his face in her neck.

Her skin was warm from sleep, soft and smooth, smelling like vanilla and something deeper, something that was just her. He breathed her in, his lips brushing against her pulse point, feeling the steady beat beneath the surface.

Then he licked. Slowly and deliberately. The flat of his tongue against her skin, tasting her.

She stirred. A small sound escaped her, not a word, just a breath.

He bit down gently. Just enough to leave a mark. Just enough to wake her.

"Umm..." Her hand came up, weak and sleepy, pushing at his shoulder. "Leo..."

He caught her wrist, pressed it into the pillow, and held her there. Not hard. Just enough to keep her from pushing him away.

His free hand slid down her side, over the thin fabric of her nightdress, down to her thigh. He caressed her there, slow circles, feather-light, feeling the warmth of her skin through the bunched-up fabric. His fingers traced the edge of the fabric, teasing the bare skin of her hip, her thigh, the place where her leg met her body.

She squirmed. Her breath hitched.

He kissed her neck again, open-mouthed, trailing down to the hollow of her throat. She tasted like sleep, like morning, like everything he wanted.

"Leo..." Her voice was thicker now, confused, caught somewhere between waking and dreaming. "What are you—"

He shifted.

Before she could finish the sentence, he was hovering over her, his weight braced on his forearms, his face inches from hers. Her brown eyes were wide, still clouded with sleep, still trying to understand what was happening. Her lips were parted, soft and pink, and her cheeks were flushed from sleep, making her look so cute he wanted to eat her alive.

She blinked up at him, her lashes fluttering. "Leo?"

He couldn’t help himself.

He leaned down and kissed her.

It was a deep and demanding kiss, his lips pressing into hers with an urgency that surprised even him. She gasped against his mouth, a small, surprised sound, and he used it, sliding his tongue inside, tasting her, claiming her.

She was confused, but not pulling away.

He bit her lower lip, just enough to make her gasp again, and then he thrust his tongue deeper, slow and deliberate, like he had all the time in the world and wanted to spend every second inside her mouth.

She made a sound, a small, breathless moan, and her hands came up to his shoulders. Not pushing. Holding.

He pulled back just enough to look at her.

Her lips were swollen, red, parted. Her eyes were wide, dark, still confused but softening, her body relaxing beneath him. The strap of her nightdress had slipped further down, exposing more of her shoulder, the top of her breast. Her hair was spread across the pillow like a halo.

She looked so cute. So sexy. So completely his.

"Leo..." she whispered, her voice small and breathless.

Something inside him snapped.

He kissed her again. Slower this time. Softer. Letting her feel every movement, every slide of his tongue against hers. Her eyes fluttered closed, and her fingers curled into his shoulders, pulling him closer. Her body arched up against his, soft and warm, and he felt her everywhere. Her breasts pressing into his chest, her thighs parting beneath him, her hips tilting up to meet his.

She was waking up now.

And he was never going to let her go back to sleep.

He kissed down her jaw, her neck, her collarbone, pushing the strap of her nightdress further down, exposing more of her skin. She gasped, her back arching, her fingers tangling in his hair.

"Leo," she breathed. "You’re insatiable."

He looked up at her, his gray eyes dark, stormy, hungry. "You have no idea."

He kissed her again, and she melted beneath him.

Bella is mine. And she loves me. She will never leave me, Leo thought.

Somehow, Alexa’s words had affected him. But not anymore. Not when Bella was warm and willing beneath him. Not when she looked at him like that, with those sleepy, trusting eyes. Not when she sighed his name like it was the only word that mattered.

He pressed his forehead to hers, his breathing ragged, his heart pounding.

"Say it," he whispered. "Tell me you’re mine."

Her eyes fluttered open. She looked at him. "I’m yours," she said softly. "Always."

He kissed her again, and the rest of the world simply faded away.