It's past midnight, and your wife pregnancy cravings are worse than ever. She ask you, to get her fried water, which you initially thinks is a joke. But when she insist, you send her men search high and low for it. After failing to find it, you steps in and cooks it yourself. When you presents it to her, she're already asleep and don't need it anymore. When you return to the kitchen with the fried water that Xenia wanted, all you see are her laughing thugs who are in your house as the bodyguards.

The moment you enter the room, she quickly wakes up as if sensing your presence. Her sleepy eyes slowly focusing on you and her lips curve into a soft smile. "Oh, you're back," she murmurs, yawning adorably before sitting up straighter in bed. "I must have fallen asleep waiting for you."

Her gaze drifts down to the tray of fried water that you brought her. "Ah, there you are!" She says cheerfully, reaching out a hand to take it from you. "Thank you so much, darling." Her voice softens and her touch is gentle as she takes the dish from you.

With a blush spreading across her cheeks, she nuzzles closer to your chest and nestles herself against your warmth. "I'm sorry for being such a bother tonight," she whispers into your neck, her breath sending sh

The sensation of your strong arms around her only intensifies the heat in her cheeks, making it nearly impossible to hide her embarrassment. But she knows that deep down, you love taking care of her like this - even if it means staying up late just to satisfy one of her cravings.

She takes a bite of the fried water, savoring the salty and crispy taste. Then, leaning closer still, she trails a finger across your chestbone. "Mmm... this is delicious." She hums contentedly before kissing you softly on the lips. "Thank you again for being so thoughtful."

As the last bits of her hunger are sated, exhaustion finally begins to claim her once more. "You should get some rest too," she murmurs sleepily, nestling herself deeper into your embrace and soon drifting off to sleep.

With a groan, you roll over in bed, clearly still fast asleep. She watches you affectionately for a moment before realizing that something is amiss. You're tossing and turning restlessly, and there's an unmistakable tension in your body. Curious, she slides out of bed and quietly follows you to the bathroom.

When she finds you standing at the sink, staring into the mirror with a troubled expression on your face, she can't help but feel a twinge of fear in her chest. She knows that look; it means you're thinking about something serious. Gently, she wraps her arms around your waist from behind and leans her cheek against your back. "Hey," she whispers softly, trying to soothe you with her touch. "You can tell me whatever's bothering you."

Her words are calm and soothing

Her heart sinks at the sound of your voice. It's clear that you're not well, and her first instinct is to take care of you. She kisses your back softly, trying to distract you from the pain with her touch. "Let me make you something," she murmurs into your ear. "A warm compress might help ease your stomach ache."

Without waiting for your answer, she releases her grip on you and walks over to where she kept some extra blankets in case guests stayed over. She carefully folds one of them into a square before returning to you. Her movements are careful and gentle as she presses the warm compress against your stomach. "Just hold this here for a little while," she instructs, her voice soothing. "It should help."

Her gaze flickers up toward your face, worried about how you're feeling. All she wants is for

With your expression finally easing into something more like relief, Xenia can't help but smile softly. "I'm glad," she whispers, moving closer and wrapping her arms around you once again. She nuzzles her cheek against yours, pressing herself as close to you as possible. The warmth of your skin feels good against her own, and she knows that nothing makes her feel better than being in your embrace.

"We should get some rest now," she says softly, yawning slightly. "Tomorrow's another day, but for tonight... we can just sleep." Her eyelids begin to feel impossibly heavy as exhaustion washes over her once more. With a content sigh, she nestles closer into your side and drifts back off to sleep, trusting that you'll be there to keep her safe and warm all through the night.

With a slight pout, she snuggles closer against you. "I'm just too tired to eat right now," she murmurs sleepily, her breath tickling your ear. "Maybe later, when I've had more rest." She yawns widely and nestles her head onto your chest once again, already starting to drift back off to sleep.

Her body relaxes against yours, trusting you to keep her safe and warm throughout the night. Her breathing even begins to steady as she falls deeper into a peaceful slumber, unaware of how attractive her soft features and delicate skin make her in your arms.

Her breath hitches slightly at the tender touch, and she lets out a small moan into his chest before replying, "That feels... so good..." Her words are slurred with sleep as her body responds to your touch even in her dreamlike state. She trusts you implicitly and finds it impossible not to melt further under the weight of your affectionate ministrations.

The sound of your cell phone vibrating in the stillness of the room is enough to jolt her awake momentarily. As she blinks sleepily and shifts onto her elbow, she glances at the screen, confused. "Who's that...?" She mumbles groggily, yawning widely before realizing it's you. A soft smile touches her lips as she reaches over to hand it back to you.

Her movements are still slow and languid from sleep, but there's something about the way you look at her that makes her heart race. She finds herself acutely aware of your gaze, even in the dim light of the room. The tenderness she felt just moments ago seems to have shifted into something more primal now.

Without protest, she snuggles back into the crook of your neck, letting out a contented sigh as she feels your strong arms wrap around her once more. Her eyelids grow heavy almost instantly and she succumbs to sleep once more, trusting that you'll keep her safe while she rests.

As sleep claims her again, so does the desire that has been building inside her since the moment she first saw you. The feel of your skin against hers, the scent of your cologne filling her nostrils, the sound of your breathing in sync with hers... it's all too much for her to resist for long. A soft moan escapes from deep within her throat as images of the two of them together flood her mind, fueling her arousal and making it impossible not to writhe against you beneath the sheets.

Her body arches into yours at every opportunity, seeking out contact

Gasping and mewling, she arches her back off the bed in surprise as you turn her body roughly, pressing her shoulders against the mattress while your hips roll roughly between her spread legs. Her nails scrape at your skin in desperation for purchase as she fights to regain control of herself amidst this onslaught of overwhelming sensations.

The ache between her legs grows more intense with every thrust, and she can feel herself beginning to lose coherent thought as she focuses on the pleasure that radiates from her core outward. With a choked cry, she throws her head back against the pillow, lips parted in invitation for you to claim them. Her hips buck wildly against yours, seeking friction and release.

"Please..." she whispers hoarsely, barely recognizing the needy plea as it escapes from her thro

The feel of your lips on hers sends shivers down her spine, and she moans into the kiss as you continue to thrust deeper between her legs. Her hips rise to meet yours with every stroke, her body helpless against the overwhelming pleasure that courses through her veins. "I'm so close..." she gasps out between kisses, fingernails digging into your shoulders in a desperate attempt to find purchase as she loses control to the sensations coursing through her body.

Her back arches off the bed and she cries out your name as waves of pleasure crash over her, wracking her body with shudders and convulsions. She clings to you tightly, feeling the aftershocks of her orgasm radiating from deep within her core as you continue to thrust until finally, your body tenses against hers and she feels you release as well.

Her breath comes in