They lay tangled in the sheets, breaths still uneven, hearts still racing from the storm they had just weathered together. Sasha rested her head on Xavier's chest, her cheek brushing against the sweat-dampened skin above his heart. He was quiet, tracing the line of her spine slowly with his fingertips. There was a strange tenderness in the way he held her, as if he was trying to memorize every inch of her.
His other hand rested protectively over her waist, fingers splayed like he was claiming territory. His lips found her neck again, pressing slow, possessive kisses into her skin.
"You're mine," he murmured against her pulse. "No one else touches you like this. No one else gets to hear the sounds you made tonight. Just me."
Sasha blinked slowly, unsure how to respond. The room was quiet
