His innocent wife is a dangerous hacker. Chapter 729 I want you

Warning: R-18

Bella’s lips parted, her breath coming in soft, shallow gasps. The rabbit ears had tilted sideways, a strand of hair falling across her flushed cheek. She looked up at him through half-lidded eyes, dazed and full of wanting.

"Leo," she whispered.

He slid his hand up her back, slowly, lightly, his fingers tracing the curve of her spine through the soft white fabric. "Tell ."

"I want you," she breathed. "Only you. Always only you."

His eyes darkened. The words hit him like a physical blow, straight to the chest, straight to the gut, straight to the core of him. His jaw tightened. His hands trembled slightly against her skin. She was killing him slowly and sweetly. He wanted to take her like an animal right now, but he held back.

His hands stilled on her back. His breathing was ragged, uneven. His body ached for her.

Bella looked at him, confused. "Leo?"

He pressed his forehead to hers, his eyes closed, his breath hot on her lips. "Say it again."

"I want you."

"Again."

"Only you."

"Again."

"Only you, Leo. Forever. Only you."

He groaned, low and guttural, vibrating through the dim room. His large palm slid down her body, fingers spreading wide, covering her p*sssy. The warmth of his hand seeped through, and she moaned, soft and helpless, her back arching off the bed, her fingers clutching the sheets. She looked up at the ceiling with teary eyes, her mind hazy.

He rubbed her in quick circles, firm pressure, feeling the heat and wetness already soaking through his hand. His gray eyes turned nearly black, burning with hunger.

"You want rough?" he asked, his voice thick and barely controlled.

He shifted, hovering over her, and kissed her hard, demanding, his tongue sliding against hers. She blinked up at him, dazed and lost, and a slow, deep smile spread across his lips.

"Are you sure?"

She humd, her voice catching in her throat. "Mmm."

She didn’t get to finish.

He shifted again, positioning his di*k at her entrance. She felt him, hard and thick and ready, pressing against her, and her eyes fluttered shut. There was no waiting, no teasing. He thrust inside her, deep and full, burying himself to the hilt.

She gasped, her back arching, her nails digging into his shoulders. The pleasure was overwhelming, a rush of fullness and heat and him. Her body clenched around him, pulling him deeper.

He groaned against her neck, his voice wrecked. "Oh, Bunny."

He began to move roughly. Each thrust drove into her, claiming her, owning her. The bed creaked beneath them, the headboard knocking against the wall, the rabbit ears bouncing with every movent. She clung to him, her arms wrapped around his back, her nails raking across his skin. He groaned in response, his pace quickening.

She felt wild and alive in that mont. So I do like rough, she thought shyly.

He thrust harder, deeper, and she cried out, her head falling back, her eyes squeezed shut.

"Look at ," he demanded.

She opened her eyes. His gray eyes burned into hers, dark and fierce and full of sothing she couldn’t na. He looked at her like she was everything, like she was the only thing keeping him alive.

"Mine," he growled.

"Yours," she gasped.

He kissed her hard, bruising, desperate, and she kissed him back with equal fervor. The sounds filled the room: skin slapping against skin, breathless moans, low groans, the creak of the bed, the thump of the headboard. He couldn’t get enough of her. She was addicting, the way she felt around him, tight and hot and squeezing, the way she looked beneath him, flushed and teary and desperate, the way she said his na, broken and breathless and reverent.

He thrust deeper, faster, rougher. She t him with every movent, her hips rising to match his, her body taking everything he gave her.

"Leo," she gasped.

"Say it."

"I’m yours."

"Again."

"Yours, Leo. Only yours."

He groaned and buried his face in her neck, his pace becoming erratic, desperate. She was close, he could feel it in the way she clenched around him, the way her breath caught, the way her nails dug into his back.

"Co for , Bunny," he whispered against her skin.

She shattered. Her body arched, her mouth opened in a silent scream, and waves of pleasure crashed over her. She convulsed around him, pulling him deeper, and he followed monts later, spilling into her with a low, guttural groan. He collapsed beside her, pulling her into his arms, his face buried in her hair.

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Afterward, he looked down at her sleeping face, her eyes half-closed, her lashes fluttering against her flushed cheeks. The rabbit ears had fallen off sowhere, and her hair spread across the pillow like dark silk. She had fallen asleep after the first round, just like that. One mont she was clinging to him, whispering his na, her body arching beneath his, and the next, her breathing had softened, her grip had loosened, and her eyes had drifted closed.

He propped himself on his elbow, watching her, guilt washing over him. She had been practicing all day, dancing and walking and learning combinations that made her muscles ache and her feet throb. She had pushed herself harder than she should have, driven by a fire he didn’t fully understand. And then he had taken her roughly. He had been hungry and desperate, unable to control the want that burned through him every ti she looked at him with those brown eyes.

She must be exhausted.

Then, as if she could sense his emotions even in sleep, she stirred. Her hand found his neck, her fingers curling into his sweat-damp skin. She pulled him closer, her face nuzzling into his shoulder.

"I’m so sleepy, hubby," she murmured, her voice soft and slurred. "Bath and clean and help wear my favorite night suit. I am signing out now. System shutting down..Goodnight~~End of transmission~~"

He blinked, then laughed helplessly. His little hacker, his beautiful bunny, was buffering into unconsciousness.

He pressed a kiss to her forehead. She mumbled sothing unintelligible and snuggled closer.

He carefully disentangled himself from her, scooped her into his arms, and carried her to the bathroom. Her head lolled against his chest, her breathing slow and even. He adjusted the water temperature, warm but not hot, tested it with his elbow, then gently lowered her into the tub. She sighed, her body relaxing into the warmth.