His innocent wife is a dangerous hacker. Chapter 877 Dangerous answer ★

"Umm..."

Bella felt breathless as his intense kiss left her dizzy, her mind spinning and her heart beating like she had run a marathon. His lips had been demanding, thorough, and utterly consuming. With time, his skills had improved so much. He knew exactly how to kiss her, exactly where to touch her, exactly how to make her forget her own name.

She had tried to learn, tried to match his intensity, but in front of him, she always felt like she knew nothing at all. He made her feel like a beginner, swept away by the force of his presence and dominance. Every time he kissed her, it was like the first time all over again.

"Breathe," he laughed lightly, pulling back just enough to look at her.

Bella gasped, her chest heaving as she finally took in a deep breath. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen, her eyes hazy and unfocused. She looked up at him with a dazed expression, her mind still reeling from the intensity of his kiss.

The way she looked at him, those wide, glassy eyes, her parted lips, her soft, trembling breaths, was enough to arouse him instantly. His gray eyes darkened, his grip on her hips tightening as he pulled her closer, his body responding to every small movement she made. His fingers pressed into the soft curve of her waist, claiming her.

Bella could feel the heat radiating from him, the tension coiled in his muscles beneath her fingertips. Her own body was aching, her skin tingling with anticipation. She could feel his heartbeat against her chest, fast and strong.

"How would you like today?" he whispered in her ear, his voice low and husky, sending shivers down her spine. "Rough, slow, romantic... I have a variety of options." His lips brushed against her earlobe, his breath warm against her skin. "Tell me what you want, Bunny."

Bella’s breath hitched. She felt herself full of desire to devour this man, to kiss him until neither of them could breathe, to feel every inch of him against her. Her fingers curled into his shirt, her heart pounding so loudly she was sure he could hear it.

"As you like..." she just finished, her voice barely above a whisper, when he lifted her effortlessly and laid her down on the soft, fluffy bed.

He hovered above her, his gray eyes burning with hunger. "As I like?" He repeated slowly, a dark, satisfied smile spreading across his lips. "That’s a dangerous answer, Bella."

She smiled up at him, her eyes shining with love and desire. "I trust you."

He leaned down and kissed her, slow, deep, and full of promise. "Then let’s start with slow," he murmured against her lips. "And see where the night takes us."

He took off her clothes roughly, his movements urgent and filled with desire. The fabric slipped away from her skin, leaving her exposed beneath him, her body arching instinctively toward his warmth. His hands roamed over her curves, gripping her hips, her waist, her thighs, as though he couldn’t get enough of her.

His lips found her neck and gave her hot, demanding and possessive kisses. He kissed her with a roughness that sent shivers down her spine, his teeth grazing her skin before he sucked gently, leaving a trail of marks along her collarbone. She gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.

"Leo..." she breathed, her voice trembling.

He didn’t stop. His mouth traveled lower, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down her chest. His teeth grazed the sensitive skin just above her heart and she moaned, her back arching off the bed. Tonight, his kisses were rough and urgent, as though he was trying to pour every ounce of his love and longing into her skin.

He left marks everywhere, on her neck, her shoulders, the curve of her breast. Each one was a silent claim, a reminder that she was his, completely and utterly his. She could feel the sting of his teeth, the warmth of his tongue soothing each spot before he moved on to the next.

"Leo..." she whimpered, her nails digging into his shoulders.

He lifted his head, his gray eyes dark and burning. "Tell me," he murmured, his voice husky. "Tell me you’re mine."

"Yours," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "Always yours."

He kissed her again, deeper this time, his tongue sweeping against hers as his hands explored every inch of her body. His fingers traced the curve of her waist, the dip of her spine, the softness of her thighs. He touched her like she was something precious, something he wanted to memorize with his hands.

He pulled back just enough to look at her, his gaze tracing the marks he had left on her skin. A possessive, satisfied smile curved his lips.

"Beautiful," he murmured.

Bella blushed, her cheeks flushing a deep pink. "Leo..."

He silenced her with another kiss, softer this time but no less passionate.

Finally, he climbed off the bed.

The movement was slow and sensual, his gray eyes never leaving hers. Bella watched him, her breathing becoming heavy. Her gaze followed his hands as they reached for the first button, unbuttoning each button slowly and taking it off and tossing it aside.

Her breath caught.

His shoulders were broad, his abdomen taut with muscle, his skin warm and golden in the dim glow. He was beautiful, breathtakingly, devastatingly beautiful.

Then his hands moved to his trousers, unfastening them slowly. He let them fall, stepping out of them without any hesitation, completely unashamed of the desire burning in his eyes.

Bella’s gaze traveled down his body, her eyes heating as she took him in. He was already rock hard and the sight made her stomach tighten with need. She could feel her own body responding, a familiar ache growing deep within her.

He climbed back onto the bed, his body hovering over hers, his weight pressing her into the soft mattress. His lips captured hers in a passionate, demanding kiss, his tongue sweeping against hers as though he couldn’t get enough.

Her hands found his chest, her fingers tracing the hard planes of his muscles, feeling the heat of his skin beneath her palms. She slid her hands down his abdomen, her touch featherlight, exploring every ridge and contour.

He groaned against her lips, his hips pressing into hers.

"Yes... yeah... mmm... Bella," he breathed, his voice rough. "Goodness... mmm... Keep touching me like that."

She smiled against his lips, her fingers trailing lower, tracing the line of his hips. Her touch was slow, teasing, and deliberately light.

He groaned again, his forehead dropping to hers. "You’re going to be the death of me."