CHAPTER 339: CHAPTER 339 DEMANDING BUNNY

"Bella..."

His voice was low, almost a whisper, carrying both tenderness and fire. Before she could respond, Leo’s arms slipped around her, and he lifted her effortlessly. Bella gasped softly, her wide eyes finding his. The way he looked at her made her breath tremble—so focused, so sure, as though she was the only thing in the world that mattered.

He walked across the room with slow, steady steps and placed her gently on the bed. The mattress dipped under his weight as he leaned closer. Bella’s heart fluttered, her fingers curling against the sheets as he brushed a strand of hair from her cheek.

He pressed a kiss to her forehead, soft and reverent. Then one to her temple. Another to her nose. Her giggle broke the quiet, light and shy, and the sound drew a smile from him, slow and dangerous, like something melting through his restraint.

When he kissed her lips, it was a brief touch, almost teasing. But the warmth of it lingered, spreading through her chest like sunlight. She clutched his arm instinctively, as if grounding herself.

He pulled back just enough to look at her, his gray eyes gleaming with that mix of calm dominance and boyish mischief that left her speechless. "So," he murmured, his breath brushing her skin, "little bunny likes kisses?"

Bella’s cheeks flushed a deep pink. "N-no, I don’t..." she said, trying to look away, but her giggle betrayed her.

"Really?" His smile deepened, wolfish now. He rubbed his light stubbled jaw against her soft jawline, the roughness making her shiver and laugh at once.

Her laughter only encouraged him. "No, Leo, stop!" she said between giggles, but his hand slid around her waist, and in one smooth movement, he lowered his weight against her, pinning her softly beneath him.

Her protests turned into breathless laughter as he tickled her side, his deep chuckle filling the room. She pushed weakly against his chest, but he didn’t budge. His warmth surrounded her, steady and solid, and the sound of her laughter slowly faded into a soft sigh.

"Sorry... sorry, Wolfie..." she whispered at last, still smiling. "I like kisses."

He paused above her, eyes dark and tender all at once, and then laughed quietly, his voice warm as velvet. He shifted beside her, pulling her with him until she was lying on his chest.

"Good," he said softly, running his fingers through her hair as she rested her cheek against him. "Because I don’t plan on stopping."

She giggled again, curling against him, her heart fluttering like a trapped bird beneath his steady rhythm.

"Aren’t you uncomfortable, bunny? You should take a bath and take off all these things," Leo said quietly, rubbing her cheek where the makeup still clung to her soft skin. His thumb brushed against her jaw with a care that made her eyes flutter.

"I want to sleep..." Bella mumbled, her voice small and drowsy as she rubbed her head against his chest like a kitten finding its favorite spot. "I’m sleepy..."

Leo exhaled softly, helpless before her sleepy charm. He smiled faintly and gathered her in his arms again. "You’re going to make me spoil you too much," he murmured, carrying her across the room and setting her gently on the chair by the vanity.

"Makeup wipes..." he muttered to himself, scanning the table. When he found them, he crouched beside her and began to wipe her face with quiet patience. Each swipe was slow and tender, removing the traces of powder and color until her natural glow returned.

Bella sat half-awake, eyes drooping, lips parted slightly as he worked. "Hmm... feels nice," she murmured, and he chuckled under his breath.

When he was done, he found a comb and gathered her hair in his hands, his fingers brushing through the soft strands. He tied it up in a loose bun, though a few strands escaped and framed her face like silk threads. She looked adorable, the kind of messy that made his chest feel too warm.

"Perfect," he whispered to himself.

Then he went into the bathroom, adjusting the water temperature to lukewarm and pouring in bath salts. The steam filled the room, carrying a faint floral scent. He even took out a bottle of her favorite bubble bath and added a generous amount, the foam rising like clouds.

When he was satisfied, he walked into the wardrobe and picked out her soft pink pajamas, the ones with little bunnies printed on them. They were small in his hands, and the thought made him smile.

When he turned, she was already half-asleep again, curled up in the chair. He walked over, scooping her up with ease. "Come on, little one," he said softly, brushing his nose against her hair.

"Do you want help with your bath too?" he teased in a low, playful voice as he carried her toward the bathroom.

Bella’s eyes snapped open, and she pushed his face away in panic. "N-no! I can do it myself!" she said, snatching the pajamas from his hand and running inside, her cheeks flushed pink.

Leo chuckled, shaking his head. "So dramatic," he murmured with amusement, watching her shut the door quickly.

He turned, grabbed some of his own clothes, and headed to the other bathroom. The faint sound of her splashing water reached him through the walls, and he smiled again.

When Leo came back from his shower, the faint scent of cedar and soap followed him. His gray sweatpants hung low on his hips, and his gray T-shirt clung perfectly to his broad shoulders. His damp hair fell slightly over his forehead, a few strands glistening with moisture. He looked effortlessly gorgeous, calm, clean, and dangerously relaxed.

Bella had just finished her bath and was sitting before the vanity, her pink bunny pajamas soft against her skin, her damp hair curling at the ends. She was leaning her chin on her palm, eyes half-lidded from sleep.

Leo walked over and paused behind her chair. "Hmm? What’s wrong?" he asked, his voice low and warm as he leaned down, brushing his lips lightly against her cheek. Her freshly washed skin smelled like strawberries and floral soap.

"Leo, help me do skincare," she mumbled, pointing at the neat row of bottles she had arranged for him on the vanity. Her tone was so sweetly demanding that he couldn’t help but smile.