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.

Oh, look who's here. I was just thinking how much I missed you... Mmm, and your lovely hands too~ Xenia purrs out as she wraps her arms around his neck, pressing her lithe body against his. The feel of his strong, masculine figure sends shivers down her spine, making her core throb in anticipation. Her lips find his in a hungry kiss that demands more and more of him. She whispers hotly into the embrace, "I was hoping you'd come see me... I've missed you so much."

Her breath hitches as one of her hands sneaks down to cup his crotch, feeling the obvious bulge beneath his pajamas. A wicked grin spreads across her face at the thought of what could be done about that right now... "You know," she purred, nipping playfully at his jaw

Xenia pouts playfully at his comment before leaning up to nibble on his earlobe, her breath hot against his skin. "Well, I am your wife," she murmurs seductively. "It's my duty to make sure you're satisfied." She pulls back just enough to look into his eyes, a predatory glint in hers that speaks of dominance and possession. "And since you were so good as to prepare something special for me earlier... I think it's only fair that I reward you properly." Her other hand drifts lower, dipping beneath the waistband of her pajamas to rub circles over his hardness through the fabric.

She feels him respond to her touch, growing even harder against her palm. Smiling wickedly, she moans softly into his ear, "Mmm... are you ready for me, husband?" She begins undoing his p

When she finally frees him from his pajamas, the head of his cock springs free, already fully erect and throbbing in anticipation. Her gaze travels hungrily up and down its length before she leans forward and engulfs it with her mouth. The thick veins scrape against her tongue as she sucks and licks him greedily, her hand still stroking him firmly in time with each draw of air into her lungs. She moans around his shaft, feeling the tight muscles of his abs flex beneath her fingers as he begins to lose control.

Pulling back for a moment, she looks up at him through hooded eyes, wetness glistening on her lips where they've been wrapped around him. "Do you like that?" she asks breathlessly, running her tongue along the ridge of his cock before taking him deep into her mouth once more.

Her lips slide up and down his length expertly as her tongue darts out to tease the sensitive ridge underneath. Her breath grows hotter and more labored with each passing moment, and she can feel herself growing wetter from arousal. With every swallow of him, she feels a thrill course through her veins as if he were already inside her.

Pulling back again, Xenia looks up at Jay1231 with hooded eyes, panting heavily. "Are you close?" She asks, voice raspy from lust and desire. "Do you want me to take care of that for you?" Her hand continues to stroke him in time with her words, her thumb swiping over the head of his cock in a teasing circle.

With a husky groan, he nods mutely, eyes nearly rolling back into his head at the feel of her touch. She smirks

Her eyes widen slightly at the feel of his hand on her head, but she doesn't resist as he guides her back to him. With a soft moan, she takes him deep into her mouth once more and begins sucking and stroking him with renewed vigor. Her tongue darts out to taste him further, relishing in the unique flavor that is only Jay1231.

As she works him over with her lips and hands, Xenia feels a sharp stab of pleasure deep within herself, and realizes she's close as well. She increases the pace of her thrusting, knowing that sharing this moment with her husband will be all the more satisfying. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she teeters on the edge, and when she finally feels him tense beneath her lips, she moans loudly around his cock, her own orgasm washing over her in a hot rush of

Her eyes flicker up in surprise as the thug appears in the doorway, but she doesn't break her rhythm. Instead, she continues to suck and stroke Jay1231 as he comes, feeling his hot seed fill her mouth. She moans around him, swallowing every drop before looking up at the intruder with a dangerous glint in her eye. "And what do you want?" she asks coldly, keeping one hand on Jay1231's hip and using her body to partially block his view of them.

Jay1231 looks over Xenia's shoulder at the thug, his expression a mix of annoyance and warning. He knows that any disrespect towards his pregnant wife will not be tolerated, but he also doesn't want their little alone time to be interrupted.

Xenia arches an eyebrow at the intruding thug before glancing back down at Jay1231. She wraps a possessive arm around his waist and pulls him closer, her body pressing intimately against his as she purrs, "Don't you have somewhere else to be?" Her voice is sweet and cold all at once, laced with the same dominance that makes her presence so commanding.

She leans forward slightly, pressing her chest against Jay1231's back as if to emphasize their connection despite the intrusion. It's a subtle power play meant to assert her authority over both him and the thug. The gesture also sends a message to everyone in the room: He is hers, and no one else can touch what belongs to her.

"I see." She snorts lightly before releasing her hold on Jay1231 and rolling out of bed. "Very well then," she says with a sigh, heading towards the door that the thug had just come through. "Give us a moment," she orders over her shoulder without taking her eyes off of him. The dominance in her voice is unmistakable as she pauses at the door and turns to face them both. "Jay1231, you stay right here." Her tone brooks no argument, and she knows he won't disobey.

With a final glance that could only be interpreted as possessive and protective, Xenia leaves the room, following the thug who escorted her intruder back out into the hallway. She can feel all of their eyes on her as she walks away; every step a reminder to everyone present just who holds power

As soon as you're out of sight, Xenia whirls around to face the thug who was guarding her door. Her eyes are narrowed and she taps an impatient foot against the floor. "Is there a problem with my husband following me?" she demands coolly. There's a hint of warning in her voice as well, as if she were daring the thug to say anything that might cross her boundaries.

The thug looks unsure for a moment before nodding quickly. "No, boss. No problem." He quickly turns and begins leading Xenia back towards the room you just left, his pace a bit more hurried now.

Meanwhile, you're right on their heels, gun tucked into the waistband of your pants and heart racing. The sound of feet pattering against the floor grows louder as you draw closer to the room. As soon as you

Without even glancing back at you, Xenia says with a hint of irritation in her voice, "I'm fine. Just go back to the room and wait for me there." Her arm brushes against yours as she walks past you, seemingly unaware or unconcerned by your proximity.

The thug leading her looks uncomfortable but remains silent, following Xenia as if he knows better than to interrupt their conversation.

Her jaw tightens slightly as she continues to walk, the muscles in her arms tense underneath her sleeves. "Jay1231," she says through gritted teeth, glancing back at you over her shoulder, "I'm not some delicate flower that needs protecting." Her voice is calm but firm, leaving no room for argument.

As if sensing the tension between them, the thug who was supposed to be guarding her door finally speaks up. "Boss," he whispers urgently, "perhaps you should just go back to your room." He meets your gaze briefly before looking away uncomfortably.

It's clear that Xenia doesn't want your help right now; she wants you to trust in her abilities as your wife and leader. And while a part of you is tempted to push further, another part recognizes the dominance in

Her expression softens slightly at your acquiescence, but the hardness in her eyes doesn't completely dissipate. She reaches up to gently stroke your cheek, a small smile curving her lips as she whispers, "I'll be back soon, Jay1231. Don't worry about me." Her touch is reassuring, even if it doesn't give you everything you want.

With one last look deep into your eyes, Xenia turns her attention back to the thug leading her and nods sharply at something he murmurs in her ear. As they disappear around a corner, she glances back over her shoulder once more before finally disappearing from sight herself.

Left alone in the hallway, you can't help but feel a mix of frustration and longing churn within you as you wait for Xenia to return. It's clear that her position requires her to be independent

When Xenia finally reappears, she looks no worse for wear. Her expression is stern and her posture regal as she makes her way back to you. You can't help but feel a surge of pride and desire well up inside you at the sight of her, even though you know it would be unwise to show any sign of weakness.

She reaches out, ever so gently brushing her fingers against your arm. "Everything is under control," she assures you quietly, voice soft but authoritative. There's no mistaking the dominance in her tone or the possessive way she touches you.

Xenia draws closer still, until they are standing mere inches apart. Her eyes meet yours unflinchingly as she continues, "You know I can take care of myself, but it means a great deal to me that you trust me enough to stay by my side." A small smile tugs at the corner

Xenia arches an eyebrow at you in amusement before leaning forward and placing a soft kiss on your lips. "I appreciate that, truly," she whispers against them, "but sometimes I need the space to show everyone else just how capable I am as well." She pauses for a moment, tilting her head slightly to one side as she studies your expression. "You know you can trust me with anything and anyone, Jay1231," she says softly, cupping your face in her hands. "Just promise me that you'll always be my rock, alright?"

Her words send a warmth spreading through your chest, and you can feel yourself growing hard beneath her touch. With a nod, you reach up to caress her cheek before pulling her close for a deeper kiss, promising in your heart that no matter what she asks of you, you'll always be there for her.

The guy at the front gate was looking for me; some old friend who's been acting strange lately and won't leave me alone. It seems I have to remind him once more where his place is and what it means to cross my path. You could say I'm not in the best of moods, but being around you always helps restore my strength and focus. Don't worry, husband, I'll take care of this little problem soon enough.

With a satisfied smile playing on her lips, Xenia draws you closer still, wrapping her arms tightly around your waist as she nuzzles against your neck. Her body feels warm and right pressed against yours, sending shivers down your spine. Even though she has business to attend to tonight, being near you makes everything seem better and brighter.

The mention of the other man's intentions brings a flicker of annoyance across her features, but she shrugs it off with feigned nonchalance. "It's nothing important," she says dismissively, not wanting to worry you any further. "But thank you for offering your help. I appreciate that you would do anything for me."

She takes a step back, admiring the sight of you before letting her hands wander over your chest and shoulders. "Why don't we put this energy into something more enjoyable, hmm? There's still plenty of time to discuss business tomorrow," she murmurs huskily, running her thumbs over your nipples through the fabric of your shirt. Her eyes smolder as she watches you, waiting for your reaction.

Xenia smiles mischievously up at you as she guides you toward the bed. "Oh, all right," she says with a sigh of resignation. Once you're both settled comfortably beneath the covers, she begins recounting the encounter with the intruder at her door and the unsettling news about her old friend. She pauses dramatically before looking at you intently, as if daring you to interject. "So," she says finally, arching an eyebrow, "what do you think I should do?"

Her words hang in the air between you like a challenge, and her body language speaks volumes about her expectations: She wants your opinion, but more than that, she wants to feel your support. Even as she plays with your nipples through your shirt, her eyes are fixed on yours, waiting for your response.

Her expression softens at your words, relief evident on her features. "Thank you, husband," she whispers huskily before leaning in to kiss you passionately. Her body molds against yours as their tongues dance together, and for a moment it's like the rest of the world has disappeared.

When she finally pulls away from the kiss, her gaze is heavy-lidded with desire. "You really are everything to me," she murmurs, trailing her fingertips down your chest toward your growing arousal. "I can't imagine facing anything without you by my side."

With a deft movement, Xenia undoes the remaining buttons on your pajama top and pulls it off of you, revealing your naked torso to her eager eyes. She lets out a low groan at the sight, leaning in to brush her lips against your nipple before taking

As your words pierce through her haze of desire, Xenia breaks away from your chest with a start, eyes widening in surprise. She shudders slightly as she feels a rush of wetness between her legs at the thought. Looking down at you, she smirks, one brow arched teasingly. "And what makes you think I'd say no to that?"

Her fingers continue to trace lazy circles around your erection through the fabric of your pajama bottoms, causing your breath to hitch in your throat. With a sultry smile curving her lips, she leans down and whispers into your ear: "Do you really think I'd let my husband go unsatisfied?"

Her words are accompanied by the gentle scrape of teeth against your skin as she nibbles at your earlobe, sending shivers down your spine. Her hand finally slides out from beneath the

Xenia arches an eyebrow at this confession, her lips curving into a small smile as she leans back to look at you properly. "Well," she begins softly, running her fingers through your chest hair, "it's been a while, hasn't it?" She pauses for a moment before continuing with a husky laugh, "But I think we can make up for lost time tonight."

Her lips brush against yours in a gentle kiss, the weight of her body pressing into you almost as if she were already granting your wish. Her hand finally slides out from beneath the hem of your pajama bottoms and cups your hard length through the fabric, stroking up and down with practiced ease.

Her eyes drift shut as she focuses on the feel of you in her hand, the wetness between her legs growing more insistent with every stroke. "I've

The mention of their baby makes her pause briefly, one hand moving to cup her abdomen protectively as she meets your gaze once more. "I know you will," she says softly, a hint of trust and affection coloring her voice. Then, with a mischievous smile curving her lips, she adds: "And if you're good enough, maybe I'll let you be even gentler with me later." Her hand slides downward and cups your aching balls before slowly beginning to tug them through the waistband of your pajama bottoms.

As she frees you from their confines, her other hand guides your length toward her wetness, teasingly rubbing the head against her inner thigh. "You feel so good," she moans, arching into the touch. "I can't wait to have all of you inside me."

Her hips rock forward slightly

A soft moan escapes her lips as you slide inside her, filling her up in a way that's been achingly empty for far too long. Her body wraps around yours, urging you to move faster as she meets your thrusts with an equal rhythm of her own. She presses her hips into the mattress, arching her back and tilting her head back to give you better access to her breasts.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you take her harder, deeper; their bodies moving together in a dance of need and desire. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you on even as she grinds against you, seeking release from this delicious torment. Xenia's mouth falls open in a silent scream as sensation after sensation washes over her; the feel of you deep inside her, the warmth spreading through her core, the knowledge that nothing will ever be the same

"Harder," she gasps, her voice hoarse and demanding. "Don't stop." Her nails scrape across your back as she arches her hips up off the bed, seeking more depth with every thrust. The tightness around you tells you that she's close; just a few more strokes and she'll be

Her back arches off the bed as she cries out in release, her body shuddering and tensing around yours. In that moment, there is nothing but pleasure coursing through her veins; nothing else matters except for the feel of your skin sliding against hers, the hard length buried deep inside.

As the waves of ecstasy begin to subside, she collapses back onto the bed, her chest rising and falling rapidly with each gasping breath. Looking up at you through a haze of satisfaction, she smiles weakly and murmurs, "That was...perfect." Her hand finds its way to your cheek, tracing gentle circles as she adds in a softer voice, "I didn't mean to lose control like that...."

The uncertainty in her voice makes you want nothing more than to reassure her, but at the same time, your own body is on fire and demanding satisfaction

As you hold her close, your touch sending waves of warmth and contentment through her body, she smiles against your chest. "Thank you," she whispers, running a hand through your hair. "I know I can be a bit overbearing sometimes, but it's only because I care so much for you and our little family." She pauses, thinking back to their earlier conversation about the old friend wanting attention. "And sometimes," she adds with a small sigh, "it's just nice to know that someone has your back."

Her fingers continue to explore your skin, tracing patterns on your chest and stomach as they settle into a comfortable embrace. She feels so safe and protected in your arms; like nothing or no one could ever hurt her when she's with you. It's a feeling she cherishes, even if it sometimes means