CHAPTER 407: CHAPTER 407 INNOCENT ONES ALWAYS HAVE THE DIRTIEST MINDS ★

Warning: R-18

The moment she reached him, Leo slid his hands beneath her arms and lifted her effortlessly, guiding her onto his lap.

Her body settled over the hard shape beneath his briefs, and the sudden, intimate pressure made her mind go completely blank. Her breath hitched, her fingers gripping his shoulders as the warmth of his body surrounded her.

Leo’s head tilted back slightly, a raw sound slipping from his throat, half-groan and half-plea, as if her weight alone was enough to destroy every last wall he had. His hands tightened on her waist, pulling her even closer until there was no space left between them, the heat of his need pressing firmly against her soft skin. Bella’s cheeks burned as she instinctively shifted, and Leo groaned again, deeper this time, his breath warm against her neck as he held her still.

"I don’t know how you’re suddenly becoming so bold," Leo murmured, his voice dipped in amusement as he kept one hand resting on the curve of her waist. His thumb drew lazy circles over her skin, as if enjoying every tiny shiver she gave him. "People really say the truth... innocent ones always have the dirtiest minds." A slow, wicked smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he watched her expression.

"No! No, I don’t have a dirty mind," Bella insisted, shaking her head so quickly her soft hair brushed across her shoulders. Her lower lip pushed forward in a pout, her cheeks warming with embarrassment, and Leo found himself staring at her like she was the sweetest thing he had ever touched. Her innocence, her earnestness, her honesty...everything about her made his desire tighten painfully.

He chuckled, the sound warm and deep in his chest. "Mm. Of course you don’t," he teased, lifting his hand to gently pinch her chin between his fingers. She swatted his hand away weakly, mumbling under her breath, and that only made him smile more.

Before she could protest further, he shifted beneath her. His strong hands slid along her hips, steady and sure, and then with a slow upward push, he thrust against her through the thin fabric still separating their bodies. Bella froze, a soft, startled sound escaping her lips as pleasure shot through her in a warm, unfamiliar wave. Her breath caught, her back arching ever so slightly as her hands clutched his shoulders for balance.

"Leo..." she whispered, her voice trembling with confusion she didn’t know how to hide.

He didn’t give her time to think. He leaned in and captured her mouth again, kissing her deeply, hungrily, as if the taste of her lips could calm the fire running through his own body. She melted into the kiss, her arms sliding around his neck, her fingers curling into his hair without realizing she was doing it. His lips moved over hers with slow intensity, stealing her breath until she felt lightheaded.

"What... what is this...?" she managed to breathe out when he pulled back just enough for air to slip between them. Leo didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he tightened his grip on her waist and lifted her just an inch, guiding her down again in a gentle bounce that made her entire body jolt with pleasure. The friction was warm, overwhelming, and too intimate to ignore.

She clung to him, her chest rising and falling quickly as he repeated the motion, lifting her with ease and letting her settle back on the throbbing hardness beneath her. Her breath shuddered as her thighs trembled around him, each movement sending sparks through her belly.

"This," Leo whispered against her skin as he trailed his mouth along her cheek and down to her jawline, kissing her slowly until she leaned into him helplessly, "is called dry humping."

Bella gasped when he bit her jaw lightly, just enough to make her voice break into a soft cry. His teeth grazed her skin, followed by the soothing warmth of his tounge as he licked the spot he had bitten.

"Dry... hump?" she repeated in a breathy whisper, her lashes fluttering as she looked down between their bodies, realizing how perfectly her softness slid against his aching hardness.

"Yes, bunny," he murmured, his breath warm against her neck. His hands guided her again, this time with a firmer, steadier rhythm that made her cling tighter, her thighs pressing around him instinctively. "This is what you’re doing... and you’re doing it so beautifully."

Her body responded before her mind did. Her hips moved shyly, guided by his hands, following the rhythm he set. She felt the heat spreading through her lower belly, the way each movement sent a strange, sweet ache through her, making her toes curl against the mattress.

"I... I didn’t know it feels like this..." she whispered, her voice thin and trembling as she buried her face against his neck.

Leo groaned softly, the sound rumbling through his chest as he held her closer, feeling her warmth, her softness, her innocence melting into him completely. His fingers pressed gently into her waist, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered, "You’ll know everything, bunny... slowly. With me."

His hands tightened around her waist as if grounding himself, because the urge to pull her closer, to hold her tighter, to lose control completely was almost unbearable. Heat rushed through his veins so intensely he had to clench his jaw for a moment, fighting the instinct to move harder, faster. A warm pressure built inside his chest and belly.

His mind fogged, thoughts dissolving into nothing but the feeling of her...her weight, her warmth, her innocence, the way she trusted him enough to sit on him like that. It made everything inside him twist with a mix of tenderness and hunger.

He groaned because her body against his felt too good, too soft, too perfectly made to torment him like this. And for a moment, he wondered how he was supposed to keep himself together when every inch of him wanted nothing more than to give in to the pleasure she was unknowingly giving him.

Bella looked up at him with her lips slightly parted, completely mesmerized by the expression on his face. His features were softened with raw pleasure, every breath he took heavier than the one before, his eyes half-lidded as if he was fighting to stay grounded. The sight of him like that...head tilted back, jaw clenched, chest rising in deep, shaky breaths made something bold bloom inside her. She leaned forward and pressed her mouth to his neck, her teeth grazing his skin in a light, experimental bite.