CHAPTER 402: CHAPTER 402 MY PRETTY GIRL★

Bella’s breath fluttered as he lifted her into his arms again, the movement so effortless that her body curled against his chest on instinct. She hid her face for a moment, cheeks burning, and when he laid her gently at the edge of the bed, the mattress dipped beneath her weight with a soft sigh. Her fingers fisted in the blanket as she watched him straighten, her heart pounding as if it sensed what was coming.

Leo’s eyes did not leave her for a single second.

He reached for the buttons of his shirt with slow, deliberate movements, each one slipping open under his fingers while his gaze stayed locked on her trembling lashes. When he shrugged the shirt off his shoulders and tossed it carelessly aside, Bella’s breath caught, his chest warm honey tones and carved lines, rising and falling with deep breaths that sounded heavier now, hungrier.

He crawled over her with a predator’s grace, caging her between his arms until she could feel the heat of his body above her. He kissed her lips with a sudden, aching need, stealing a soft gasp from her as her hands gripped his shoulders. His mouth trailed down to her neck, brushing warmth over her pulse, and she trembled under him, confused yet trusting.

"Let me make you feel good," he murmured against her skin, his lips brushing the sensitive spot beneath her ear.

She blinked up at him, flustered. "Feel good?"

He chuckled softly, the sound deep and sinful against her throat, and he pressed a tender kiss on the curve of her chest where her yellow bra held her so sweetly.

"My pretty girl," he breathed, his voice warm with adoration and desire tangled together.

Bella’s cheeks glowed a deeper shade of pink as his hands explored her gently, cupping her softness as though she were something fragile he wanted to worship. Her breath hiccuped and he smiled against her skin as if her every reaction was something he wanted to taste.

He guided her slowly until her head rested against the pillow, her hair spread in soft waves, her chest rising in nervous little breaths. He leaned over her, his hands braced beside her head, his shadow falling over her like a warm, protective cloak.

He kissed her cheek, slow, lingering, almost reverent.

Then he pulled back a little and murmured close to her lips, "You will do what I tell you, got it?"

Bella swallowed hard, her heart fluttering wildly. She nodded, timid and obedient, her eyes shining with trust.

He brushed his thumb along her cheek, pleased. "Good girl."

His voice dipped into something low and velvety, and she melted instantly. She leaned into his palm like a kitten seeking warmth, her eyes half-lidded, her lips soft and parted. He rubbed her head gently, fingers threading through her hair, and she let out a tiny breath that sounded dangerously close to a whimper.

Leo’s eyes darkened.

And in that moment, looking at her in his bed, flushed and trusting, he wanted everything.

Then he climbed on top of her. His fingers slid to the waistband of her pyjama pants with a slow, careful touch, as if giving her every chance to tell him no. But Bella lay beneath him with her breath trembling and her cheeks flushed, and when he tugged gently, she lifted her hips for him, shy, hesitant, trusting.

The soft fabric glided down her legs inch by inch, and Bella became so overwhelmed by her own boldness that she immediately buried her face into the pillow. Her ears burned and her hands curled into the sheets as if she could hide her entire soul inside that warm little space.

Leo watched her with a quiet hunger that tightened every muscle in his body.

When the pyjama pants slipped past her knees and finally slid off her ankles, he drew in a sharp breath. She was lying there in the soft glow of the room, her pretty yellow panties hugging her skin just like her bra, the colors making her look even more delicate, even more angelic than he remembered.

He exhaled slowly. "You are going to kill me one day, you know that?" he murmured under his breath, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

She made a sound into the pillow, half embarrassment, half complaint, and it only made him smile more.

He dropped to his knees at the edge of the bed, his palms sliding slowly along the back of her thighs as he leaned down. The moment his lips brushed her bare skin just above her knee, Bella’s entire body jolted with a tiny gasp. Her fingers clutched the pillow tighter and she squirmed, but he held her gently in place with warm, steady hands.

His mouth trailed upwards in a slow, worshipful path, kissing along her smooth skin as if tasting sunlight. Every inch he explored felt like a new place he was discovering, and the little shivers running down her legs made him want to lose himself completely.

When he reached the curve of her upper thigh, his breath warmed her skin and she whimpered softly into the pillow. He kissed her again, slower this time, his lips lingering with a tenderness that contrasted sharply with the intensity burning in his eyes.

"You are so beautiful, Bella," he whispered, his voice low and rough as he pressed another kiss higher, close enough to make her legs tremble.

Her toes curled, her breath hitched, and she hid her face deeper in the pillow, unable to handle the way he was touching her, the way he was seeing her.

And Leo loved every second of her shyness, every soft sound she tried so desperately to hide from him.

"Bunny. Come out," Leo murmured, his voice low and coaxing as he braced one hand beside her hip. Bella, still half-buried in the pillow, slowly lifted her head with wide, shy eyes, strands of her soft hair clinging to her warm cheeks. The moment her gaze met his, Leo’s lips curved with the kind of satisfaction that made her heart flip inside her chest.

"Do not hide from me," he said gently, though there was a teasing heat in his eyes. "I have already seen you enough."

The shameless honesty of his words sent another wave of color rushing up her neck, and Bella’s fingers clutched the sheets helplessly as she looked away, her breath coming in soft, uneven puffs.

Leo’s hand slid down her thigh, warm and patient, tracing her skin with the kind of touch that made every nerve in her body spark awake. His fingers reached the band of her yellow panties, and for a moment he simply held them there, his thumb brushing lightly against her hipbone as he studied her expression.