Nana sat cross-legged on the plush carpet, her chin resting in her hands as she watched her husband sleep on the couch. The afternoon sunlight streamed through the windows, painting Xavier's features in soft gold—his ash-blonde hair splayed across the cushion, his long lashes casting shadows on his cheeks, his lips slightly parted in peaceful slumber.
He was beautiful. Unfairly so.
So handsome. So soft-looking. So innocent lying there like a sleeping prince.
But Nana knew better. She knew what lurked beneath that gentle exterior—the wild passion, the possessive heat, the way he could make her scream his name in the dark. The duality of him never ceased to amaze her.
Right now, though, he just looked... edible.
A giggle bubbled up from her chest—a sound almost like a hamster's squeak—as a mischievous thought took hold. She crawled closer, careful not to wake him, until she was hovering over his peaceful face.
His lips looked so soft. So pink. Like cotton candy.
She couldn't help herself.
Leaning down, she pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. They were even softer than they looked—plush and warm and absolutely perfect. Unable to resist, she bit down gently on his bottom lip, testing the pillowy texture.
Xavier's eyes snapped open.
For a heartbeat, they just stared at each other—Nana frozen mid-bite, her teeth still gently holding his lip, and Xavier wide awake with amusement dancing in his blue eyes.
Then he laughed.
The sound rumbled through his chest, warm and genuine, and Nana released his lip with a startled squeak.
"What are you doing, starlight?" he asked, his voice still rough with sleep but colored with affection.
Before she could answer, his hands came up to grip her waist, and in one smooth motion, he pulled her on top of him. She landed on his chest with another squeak—she really did sound like a hamster sometimes—her small frame perfectly cradled by his larger one.
At 153cm, Nana was small compared to Xavier's tall frame. He often joked she was the perfect size—small enough to scoop up, light enough to carry anywhere, compact enough to hold all night without his arms going numb. Right now, sprawled across his chest, she felt delicate and precious, like a doll in his arms.
"Xavier!" She tried to sound indignant, but the giggles ruined the effect.
He pecked her lips quickly, then pulled back with that lazy, amused expression he wore when he was entertained by her antics. "You didn't answer my question. Why were you biting my lips?"
Her cheeks flushed pink. "Because... because you looked so handsome. And your lips looked so soft. Like cotton candy. I wanted to eat them."
Xavier blinked once. Twice. Then that slow, dangerous smile spread across his face—the one that meant she was in trouble. The good kind of trouble.
"You wanted to eat my lips?" he repeated, his voice dropping an octave.
"They're just so soft and—"
He kissed her, cutting off her explanation. This wasn't the gentle peck from before. This was claiming, possessive, the kind of kiss that made her toes curl and her brain short-circuit.
His tongue swept into her mouth, tasting, exploring, consuming. One hand slid into her hair, angling her head for better access, while the other gripped her hip firmly.
When he finally pulled back, they were both breathing hard.
"If you wanted to taste me," he murmured against her lips, "all you had to do was ask."
"I didn't want to wake you—"
"Too late for that now." His hands began to wander—sliding under her shirt, tracing the curve of her spine, dipping below the waistband of her shorts. "And now that I'm awake, I think I should teach my curious little wife a lesson about biting things that don't belong to her."
"But you do belong to me," she protested breathlessly.
"Mm. Fair point." His fingers traced maddening patterns on her lower back. "But you still need to learn that actions have consequences."
Before she could ask what he meant, the world shifted.
One moment they were on the couch. The next, they were in their bedroom, Nana cradled in Xavier's arms as he stood beside the bed. He'd teleported them—his light Evol making distance meaningless when he was motivated.
"Xavier!" She clung to his shoulders. "You could warn me before you do that!"
"Where's the fun in that?" He laid her on the bed with surprising gentleness, then crawled over her, caging her beneath him. "Besides, I needed privacy for what I'm about to do to you."
The shift in his demeanor was palpable. The soft, gentle Xavier who'd been napping peacefully was gone. In his place was something darker, more intense—possessive eyes and purposeful movements and an edge of something almost obsessive.
This was the Xavier only she got to see. The one who was secretly, dangerously devoted. The yandere side he kept carefully hidden from the world but unleashed on her when properly motivated.
And apparently, being bitten awake was plenty of motivation.
"You bit my lips," he said conversationally, even as his hands worked to strip her shirt off. "So I think I should bite you back. Fair is fair."
"That seems reason—ah!" Her agreement turned into a gasp as his teeth found her neck, biting down just hard enough to leave a mark.
"Soft," he murmured, moving to bite another spot. "You're so soft everywhere. I can see why you wanted to bite me." His mouth traveled lower, teeth grazing her collarbone. "But I think I'm going to be much more thorough about it."
He stripped her efficiently, and soon she was bare beneath him while he remained fully clothed. The imbalance made her squirm.
"Not fair," she protested.
"Life's not fair, starlight." But he did remove his shirt, revealing the lean muscle beneath. "Better?"
"Your pants too—"
"Impatient." Still, he removed them, along with everything else, until he was as naked as she was. "Happy now?"
She nodded, reaching for him, but he caught her wrists gently.
"Not yet. You started something when you bit me awake. Now I'm going to finish it." He pinned her wrists above her head with one hand—easy to do when she was so small—while his other hand roamed freely. "I'm going to bite every inch of you. Mark you. Make sure you remember what happens when you wake me up like that."
His mouth followed his words—teeth grazing her breast, biting gently around her nipple before his tongue soothed the sting. He worked his way down her body methodically, leaving a trail of marks and kisses and gentle bites.
By the time he reached her inner thighs, she was squirming desperately, her wrists still pinned above her head.
"Xavier, please—"
"Please what?" He bit down on her inner thigh, making her yelp. "Tell me what you want, starlight."
"Touch me—taste me—anything—"
"Since you asked so nicely." He released her wrists and spread her thighs, settling between them with clear intent. "Let's see if you taste as sweet as cotton candy."
When his tongue first touched her, Nana's back arched off the bed. He worked her with the same methodical attention he'd given to biting her—precise, thorough, devastating. His tongue circled her clit while his fingers pressed inside, curling to hit that perfect spot.
"So wet already," he observed, pulling back just enough to speak. "Just from some biting and kissing. My sensitive starlight."
"Xavier—"
"I love when you say my name like that. Like a prayer." He dove back in, doubling his efforts.
The pleasure built quickly, overwhelmingly. When she came, crying out his name, he worked her through it with gentle laps of his tongue.
"Beautiful," he murmured, crawling back up her body. "You're so beautiful when you fall apart for me. Only me."
There was that possessive edge again—the hint of obsession that lurked beneath his calm exterior.
"Only you," she agreed breathlessly.
"Good." He positioned himself at her entrance, the head of his cock pressing against her. "Because I don't share. Ever. You're mine, starlight. In every way that matters."
He pushed inside in one slow thrust, and they both groaned at the sensation. Despite their size difference, he fit perfectly—like they were made for each other.
"So tight," he breathed, stilling once fully seated. "So perfect. My perfect little wife."
He started to move, setting a deep, rolling rhythm that had her gasping with every thrust. His hands gripped her hips, angling her to take him deeper.
"This is what you get," he said, his voice strained with pleasure and control, "for biting me awake. For being so tempting lying there. For making me want you so much I can't think straight."
"I'm not sorry," she managed between gasps.
That made him laugh—a dark, pleased sound. "You will be. I'm not stopping until you can't remember your own name."
He made good on that promise. His pace increased, becoming almost punishing in its intensity. One hand slid between them to find her clit, circling it in time with his thrusts.
"Come for me again," he commanded. "I want to feel you squeeze me."
The dual stimulation pushed her over the edge again, and this time when she clenched around him, he groaned.
"That's it—fuck—so good—"
But even as aftershocks wracked her body, he didn't stop. Didn't slow down. He kept moving, kept building, chasing something that felt almost desperate.
"Xavier—I can't—it's too much—"
"You can." His eyes were wild now, that calm facade completely shattered. "You're strong enough. And I'm not done with you yet."
He flipped them over, pulling her on top so she was straddling him. "Ride me. I want to watch."
She tried, but her legs were shaking, her body oversensitive. He helped, his hands guiding her hips, lifting and lowering her on his cock.
"Look at you," he murmured, his eyes tracking every expression on her face. "My beautiful starlight. Taking me so well. Being so good for me."
The praise made heat flood through her despite her exhaustion. She found a rhythm, rising and falling with his guidance, and the new angle made them both moan.
"That's it," he encouraged. "Just like that. So perfect. So mine."
His hand found her clit again—how did he have so much stamina?—and she came a third time with a sob of his name.
That finally pushed him over the edge. His hands tightened on her hips almost painfully as he thrust up hard, burying himself deep. She felt him pulse inside her as he came with a groan, filling her completely.
She collapsed onto his chest, completely spent, and his arms immediately wrapped around her protectively. The wild, possessive Xavier slowly faded back into her gentle husband.
"Are you okay?" he murmured, pressing kisses to her hair. "Was I too rough?"
"No," she mumbled into his chest. "But I learned my lesson."
"What lesson?"
"That my husband has two sides. Soft, gentle, sleepy Xavier..." She tilted her head to look up at him. "And wild, secretly obsessive Xavier who gets motivated very easily."
He had the grace to look slightly sheepish. "I'm not obsessive."
"You just made me come three times because I bit your lip."
"That's not obsessive. That's... thorough."
She laughed, too exhausted to argue. "Whatever you say, husband."
"Good answer." He adjusted them so they were lying side by side, still holding her close. "For the record, you can bite my lips anytime you want. I quite enjoyed the wake-up call."
"Even if it leads to this?"
"*Especially* if it leads to this." He pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Though next time, maybe wait until I'm actually awake so I can properly appreciate it."
"Where's the fun in that?" she threw his earlier words back at him.
Xavier smiled—that genuine, soft smile he only showed her. "Fair point, starlight. Fair point."
As they drifted off together, Nana made a mental note: biting Xavier's cotton candy lips definitely had consequences. Wonderful, exhausting, absolutely worth-it consequences.
She'd definitely be doing it again.
Very soon.
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