Victoria fell asleep while the sun was still out. Now, as dusk approached, Conrad still laid next to her, watching her. He wanted to wake her but she looked so serene that he couldn't stand to wake her. He had tried so hard after her accident to get her to take it easy and relax. Instead, the more intimate the easier it was to get her to rest.
Victoria had given in. He pushed her but didn't completely expect her to admit that she wanted him. He never expected her to call it making love. He didn't realize that she considered what happened between them as anything relating to love. And yet she said it. And he was more than happy to fulfill her request. Afterwards, she drifted to sleep in his arms. From behind her, he watched the way her shoulders rose and fell with every breath. He must have dozed off, but he couldn't be sure how long. On their private beach with his wife, he didn't really need to worry about time. He just wanted to be sigh her.
When he woke up, Victoria's leg was pushed back, resting on his. He let his hand slide under her dress, listening to the soft moans grow in her throat. Despite being half asleep, she spread her legs further, giving him the access he needed. He held onto her hips as he moved inside her. He started slow but moved harder and faster the more she woke up. She tilted her head back, giving him access to her neck. Victoria reached her hand behind her, gripping his neck harder and harder as she got closer. The way Conrad growled her name was enough to send her over the edge.
Afterwards she rolled over, closing her eyes as he ran his hand along her cheek. He was amazed how receptive she was of his touch. Usually she recoiled at the slightest hint of emotion. Not only did she embrace it, he could see its effects all over her. Even with her alabaster skin she had a newfound glow. She had always been gorgeous but she was irresistible lately.
"Thank you for this, Victoria. You did a really amazing thing."
"It was the least I could do."
"I was really worried about you, after the accident. Hearing it on the phone... And not being there to protect you..." He hadn't meant to, but he got choked up remembering that night.
"I didn't mean what I said that night..." Victoria started. She always looked for an ulterior motive but couldn't seem to find one this time. Did he really care about her? How could he after all the terrible things she had done to him? And how could she forgive him for all the awful things he had done to her?
Instead of pushing her, Conrad was content to hold Victoria. He played with her hair until her eyes grew heavy. And now with Victoria asleep, Conrad moved the blanket from himself to her, hoping it would keep her warm with the sun setting. Conrad was chilly without the blanket, but was willing to freeze if it meant keeping Victoria by his side.