His innocent wife is a dangerous hacker. Chapter 878 Teasing ★

"Ohh..." The playful sound escaped her lips, light and teasing, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she touched him on his abs teasingly.

Her fingers traced the hard lines of his muscles, featherlight, dancing across his skin slowly. She moved slowly, her touch barely there, a whisper against his heated skin.

Her fingertips followed the ridges of his abdomen, tracing each defined line with agonizing care. She circled his navel, her touch so light it was almost unbearable.

She watched his stomach tighten beneath her fingers, a small, satisfied smile curving her lips.

His breath caught.

She dragged her nails gently down his sides, a slow, teasing scrape that made his muscles twitch. Her fingers traced the v-line of his hips, stopping just short of where he wanted her most.

His hand shot out, grabbing her wrist. His grip was firm, his gray eyes dark.

"Careful," he warned, his voice low and rough.

She blinked innocently, her lips curving into an angelic smile. "Careful of what?"

He pulled her hand lower, pressing it against his length. She could feel how hard he was, how much her teasing had affected him.

"You know exactly what you’re doing," he said, his voice husky.

She tilted her head, her eyes wide and innocent. "I have no idea what you’re talking about."

He laughed, a low dark sound that sent shivers down her spine. "Liar."

He released her wrist, letting her hand linger. She didn’t pull away. Instead, she pressed her palm against him. Her fingers curled around him, squeezing his hardness gently.

His jaw tightened. His eyes darkened.

She leaned closer, her lips brushing against his ear. Her voice was soft, teasing. "So... you want me to stop?"

His hand shot into her hair, tilting her head back. His lips hovered over hers, so close she could feel his breath. "If you stop," he murmured, "I’ll make you pay for it later."

Her smile widened.

And seeing her teasing smile, he kissed her hard and deep. His tongue swept against hers, claiming her mouth as his own. His hand slid down her back, gripping her hip, pulling her flush against him.

She moaned against his lips, her fingers tangling in his hair.

He pulled back just enough to look at her, his gray eyes burning with desire. "You started this, Bunny. Now you’re going to finish it."

And really, teasing him turned out to be a very bad idea.

Before she could even react, he flipped her onto her stomach in one smooth, possessive motion. His body pressed against her back, warm and solid, his lips finding the curve of her shoulder. He kissed her spine, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down her back, his hands gripping her hips, holding her exactly where he wanted her.

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

He didn’t answer. Instead, she felt him, his hard tip pressing against her, teasing, sliding along her folds without entering. He moved slowly, torturing her without giving her what she needed. His hips rolled in lazy circles, brushing against her, taunting her, making her ache for more.

"Leo, please..." she gasped, her fingers gripping the sheets.

His lips brushed against her ear, his breath hot. "Please what, Bunny?" His voice was low, husky, filled with dark amusement. "Tell me what you want."

She whimpered, arching her back, trying to press into him. He pulled back just enough to keep her wanting, his hips moving in slow, teasing circles.

"Leo, I need you," she gasped, her voice desperate.

He smiled against her skin. "I know."

And then, finally, he pushed inside her, slow, deep, and perfect, filling her completely. Her cry of pleasure was swallowed by the soft rustle of sheets as he began to move.

His strokes were deep and full of force, each movement sending waves of pleasure through her body. Bella found herself becoming blank, her mind completely surrendering to the intensity of what he was giving her. There was no room for thought, no space for anything but the feeling of him, his weight pressing her into the mattress, his breath hot against her ear, his hands gripping her hips, holding her exactly where he wanted her.

She clutched the sheets, her body trembling with each powerful thrust. Her moans were muffled against the pillow, her voice reduced to soft, broken gasps. She had no choice but to take what he was giving her, every inch, every stroke, every wave of pleasure that crashed through her.

Leo’s rhythm was relentless, driving her higher with every movement, his breathing heavy, his heart pounding against her back.

"Look at you," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. "So perfect. Taking all of me."

She whimpered, her body arching into his, desperate for more.

He pulled her hips back against him, deepening his stroke and she cried out, her body tightening around him.

"Leo..." His name was all she could manage, a broken plea, desperate and breathless.

But he didn’t stop. His pace grew stronger, each thrust driving her closer to the edge. She could feel herself building, her body tightening, her breath catching in her throat.

And then just as she was about to come—

He pulled back completely.

Oh no.

She gasped, her body trembling with frustration and need as he flipped her onto her back in one smooth motion. She looked up at him, her eyes wide, her lips parted, her chest heaving.

Disappointment flickered across her face.

"Leo..." she whimpered, her voice trembling. "Why did you stop?"

He hovered above her, his gray eyes dark with desire, a slow, teasing smile curving his lips. He reached down and brushed a strand of hair from her face, his touch impossibly gentle.

"Because I want to see you," he murmured. "I want to watch your face when you fall apart for me."

She swallowed hard, her body aching for him.

He lowered himself, his lips brushing against hers, soft, teasing, maddeningly slow. "Not yet, Bunny. I’m not done with you."

He kissed her neck, her collarbone, the swell of her breasts, taking his time, savoring every inch of her. His hands roamed her body, exploring, teasing, driving her slowly insane with want. His fingers traced the curve of her waist, the dip of her hip, the inside of her thigh, each touch sending sparks of electricity through her.

She squirmed beneath him, her fingers tangling in his hair. "Please..."

"Please what?" he whispered against her skin.

"Please, Leo... I need you."

He smiled against her chest. "I know."