When Conrad switched places with Victoria's pillow, she shifted slightly but fell back asleep with a small sign. He reveled in the feel of her skin against his skin. Through her nightgown he could still feel her warmth, her softness. All the qualities she hid behind an icy stare and a facetious smile. But in her sleep, she broke down into Vicky Harper, the mysterious beauty who had mesmerized him all those years ago.
He gently ran his fingers through her dark tendrils, amazed at the way her face buried further into his chest.
Deep inside, he burned with desire to do more. He wanted to sweep his thumbs over her nipples, waiting for a moan to build in the base of her throat.
He wanted to trace the lining of her panties. To take it a step further and feel what was hidden under them.
The darkest part of him wanted to pin her hands above her head, to thrust himself back into his wife's life and to fill the deepest parts of her with his love for her.
Of course, seeing the way her chest rose ever so slowly and how relaxed she was around him stopped him. As it was, his actions had succeeded, had allowed him to keep her close to him. But they had also come with consequences.
Now, she rolled her eyes at the slightest mention of feelings towards her. She purposely pressed his buttons, strutting the manor in tight bandage dresses. She lead him on, crossing and uncrossing her long, slender legs to give him the slightest glimpse of what he would never again have.
As deep as his desire for her burned, he knew that he couldn't bare to hurt his wife anymore than he already had. He took a moment to remember this feeling before kissing his wife's forehead and sliding out of bed, quickly replacing himself with her pillow.
Conrad Grayson knew it was wrong, but couldn't resist taking drastic measures to feel intimate with his wife, even if it was only for a few moments.
The End!