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Amelia sighed in sadness as she remembered the dream she just had a few minutes ago. She looked at the door of the bathroom where her husband was taking a shower.

She bit her lip remembering the most painful memory that after so long again appeared in her dream. It's been a week when she had a terrible fever. She felt a little guilty seeing all the preparations Xander did to spend time with her.

She wanted to arrange another day for them but Xander strictly forbidden her saying her health is more important. She also started noticing something weird in his behaviour.

Last night it was like he wanted to say something to her but all he did was stare at her in silence. He looked more in thoughts nowadays and it concerned Amelia.

Sighing once again She decided to wash her face in another room. After taking a shower and wearing her simple dress she came back to the room. Today was Sunday and Alexander wanted to spend a day with Harry. Xander also permitted Harry as he wanted to spend his day with Amelia.

As soon as she entered the room she found her husband only in a robe. With one hand, he was brushing his wet hair while the other was busy typing something on his phone.

His focus was fully on the phone while Amelia smiled at his busy figure.

"What you want for breakfast." He glanced at her again with something in his gaze that she wasn't familiar with. But in a second he turned his head towards the phone.

"Anything is fine. You should rest more. I will order something." Amelia smiled with a small chuckle.

"No need Xander I am perfect now. It was just a fever." Xander hummed shaking his head.

Without looking at her he walked towards the wardrobe making Amelia sighed out in frustration. Why is he ignoring her like this?

Finally making her mind she followed him inside before letting out another sigh. He was busy selectin outfit for himself while she walked towards him without him noticing.

Reaching him she wrapped her arms around his torso taking him for a surprise. He got startled finding his wife hugging him all of a sudden. Soon concern started seeping in his veins as he gently turned around making her loosen her grip on him but didn't let him go.

As soon as he turned around she buried her face in his chest making him wrap his arms around her. He looked at her in concern before bending down a little so he could hug her properly.

"Darling what happened. Are you not feeling well." She shook her head and soon Xander's eyes widened hearing her sniffling.

"Amelia are you crying." He questioned pulling himself a little back but she shook her head as her sniffling become louder. She was indeed crying.

Palming her cheeks he made her look at him only to find big fat tears on her pale cheeks while her grey eyes looked up at him with nothing but sadness stored in them.

He gently kissed her soaked cheeks before again pulling her in his warmth. His forehead creased in confusion. He had no idea why she was crying and why she looked so sad.

"What happened, baby. You can tell me." She shook her head snuggling in his embrace. Xander didn't push her more instead he just held her closer. His one hand was busy caressing her hair while the other was wrapped around her body securely.

"It's ok love I am here. Always here with you." Soon his warmth helped her in calming down before she pulled away from him. He again held her cheeks making eye contact with her beautiful eyes.

"Are you ok?" She nodded her head with a small smile. Her eyes were slightly bloodshot because of all crying. She looked quite upset but he was glad that in her hard time he was near her to comfort her.

Suddenly she did something he didn't expect her to do. Taking him for a surprise she gently placed her lips on his making him freeze at spot.

It's been more than a week that they hadn't had many intimate moments as Xander was trying to run away from his feelings while Amelia was also sick.

Without thinking about anything else he wrapped his arm around her waist flushing her against his chest making her arch her back as her front got slammed against his.

Wrapping her arms around his neck she pulled him down pressing his lips harder against hers. In a split moment, Xander pulled her up making her wrap her legs around his torso which was only covered with a robe.

Her hands did their work and she grabbed the strap of his robe pulling it away making his robe split up revealing his muscular body. Xander growled feeling her fingers touching his revealed chest.

He slammed her body on the wall making her arch her back. She let out a small growl at the sudden act of his. Pressing his hard-on against her core he groaned in pleasure.

"I swear Amelia if you kept on touching me then I wouldn't stop myself." He growled sucking on her neck making her clutch his shoulders.

"Don't stop Xander. Ah, I need you. Right now." She moaned out making him lose the last string of his control.

In a second grabbing the ham of her dress, he pulled it away from her body revealing her black inner garments. Her body was on display which didn't fail to mesmerize him.

She looked ethereal. With her went scattered hair and only in two tiny clothing. He did nothing but rip her bra throwing it on the floor.

Letting his robe fell on the floor as well he grind himself against her core earning loud moans from her. She dug her dainty nails in his flesh as his pace started increasing.

"Oh, Xander." She moaned loudly feeling something building in the stomach and in a second Xander groaned loudly cumming along with her.

They both were breathing heavily but he wasted no time and slammed her body against the wardrobe mirror. Pulling her last clothing away from her body he pressed her against the mirrored cupboard.

"XANDER" She let out a small scream of his name when without wasting another second he entered her with a hard thrust. Her hands fisted his skin because of the way he was wrecking her.

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