His innocent wife is a dangerous hacker.-Chapter 491 Hubby ★
Warning: R-18
Obediently, she began to crawl up the length of his body toward him. His darkened eyes followed every movement, drinking in the hypnotic sway of her soft, pillowy breasts as they moved with her, a tantalizing bounce that made his mouth water and his blood, already singing, roar anew. He was done waiting.
The moment she was within reach, he didn’t hesitate. One powerful arm snaked around her waist, crushing her against him so suddenly the breath left her lungs in a soft oof. Her chest collided with his, the softness of her yielding against the hard, unyielding plane of his muscle. In the same motion, his other hand came up to cradle the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her hair.
He lowered his head, his gaze burning into hers for one last, searing second before he captured her lips in a deep, claiming kiss. He could taste himself on her tongue salt and heat and her unique sweetness and the flavor drove him wild. His tongue plunged into her mouth, mating with hers in a rhythm.
Finally, she tapped his shoulder weakly, her lungs burning for air. He released her mouth, both of them panting into the scant space between their lips. In the next dizzying moment, she didn’t know how she was on her back, with him poised above her, a dark silhouette of pure masculine intent.
His mouth was everywhere, a wildfire of sensation. He kissed and nipped at the sensitive column of her neck, sending shivers down her spine. He moved lower, his tongue swirling around one pebbled peak before drawing it deep into the heat of his mouth, sucking until she cried out, her back arching off the bed. One large hand palmed her other breast, kneading the soft weight, his thumb strumming over the nipple in a rhythm that made her toes curl.
She could feel the heavy, iron-hard length of his arousal pressing insistently against her lower stomach, radiating a searing heat through her skin.
Her own hands roamed over the sculpted landscape of his back, feeling the powerful muscles shift and flex beneath her fingertips, tracing the deep valley of his spine.
He continued his descent, a trail of open-mouthed kisses mapping her body. He worshipped the gentle swell of her stomach, his tongue dipping into the shallow well of her navel, making her squirm. Then, he moved lower still, his breath fanning over the very core of her before he pressed a hot, deliberate kiss to her aching center.
"Ah!" Bella moaned, the sound ripped from her throat, her hips lifting off the mattress.
"You ready for me?" he murmured, his voice thick and dark. Not waiting for an answer, he slid one thick finger inside her, finding her so impossibly wet and ready that he groaned against her thigh. "God, bunny... you’re drenched for me."
"Please..." she begged, her voice a thin, desperate whisper. Then, gathering all her shy courage, she breathed the word that shattered the last of his control: "...Hubby..."
A raw, animal sound tore from Leo’s chest. His control snapped like a frayed wire.
He surged up her body, capturing her lips in a kiss that was all-consuming passion and desperate need.
As he kissed her, his hand slid between their bodies, his fingers wrapping around the steely-hard length of himself.
He gave himself a few rough, slick strokes, the sight of his own large hand on his arousal, glistening with her wetness, an obscene and powerfully erotic image.
Finally, he moved to settle between her thighs, spreading her legs wider with his knees.
She looked up at him, her face flushed a beautiful, excited red, her eyes wide but holding no trace of fear. His bunny isn’t even scared for her first time, he thought, the realization striking him with a wave of fierce pride and overwhelming tenderness.
"I will be gentle," he promised, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "Tell me the second you feel any pain, alright?" He needed the verbal confirmation, needed to hear her consent solidify in the air.
She nodded frantically, her breath coming in short pants.
"Words, bunny," he commanded softly, needing the sound.
"Yes... yes," she gasped. "I’m ready." And she was. Every nerve ending was alight, her insides throbbing with a hollow, desperate ache that only he could fill.
He leaned forward, not entering her yet, but letting the swollen, velvet-soft head of his arousal nudge and stroke against her slick, weeping entrance. He watched her face, every flicker of sensation reflected in her beautiful features. It felt unreal, dreamlike, to be here with her like this.
The contact made him wet with her essence, and finally, with a gaze locked on hers, he began to press forward. He pushed just the broad head inside, watching her reaction closely.
Bella’s eyes flew wide. She pushed herself up on her elbows to look down between their joined bodies, her chest heaving. A fresh wave of heat washed over her at the sight-the visual proof of him, a part of him, beginning to claim her.
Seeing the slight tension in her face, he leaned down to kiss her again, swallowing her soft gasp. "Easy... just breathe for me," he murmured against her lips, and slowly, with infinite care, he pushed another inch.
She felt a sharp, stretching burn and a small cry escaped her. Thankfully, she was so thoroughly aroused, so slick with want, that her body yielded to his considerable size more easily than he’d dared hope.
He pressed in another inch.l and her inner walls clenched around him, impossibly tight, impossibly hot, a velvet fist gripping him with a perfection that made every muscle in his body lock and tremble. He dropped his forehead to hers, his breathing ragged and harsh, fighting for control against the primal urge to move.
A sharp, breathless cry was torn from Bella’s lips as he finally, fully sheathed himself inside her. The sensation was overwhelming, a brilliant, stretching fullness that bordered on the sublime. He was so thick, so profoundly there, that her entire world seemed to narrow to the searing point where their bodies joined. Her eyes, already glazed with pleasure, welled with tears, the delicate rims flushing a deep, sensitive red from the sheer intensity of the feeling.
