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Where was Victor? Wendy asked herself over and over again. She hadn't seen him since the previous night. She had been so busy like the rest of the people in the house that she hadn't had a moments rest. Apparently, since now Sidney was up, she wanted to stay anywhere but her room. So, everyone was downstairs except for the guards that were still monitoring the halls upstairs.
Wendy was going to her room but suddenly stopped in front of Victor's room. She hesitated before she knocked but there was no reply. She touched the knob, turned and pushed. The room was dark and silent. She stepped into the room and looked around. Immediately she could tell that Victor was still sleeping on the bed. She went to him and sat down on the bed.
`Victor,' she called but he didn't stir. She felt his forehead and he was burning up. `Oh Victor,' she gasped. She wondered if she should leave but thought that if Victor did wake up and needed something he might be too weak to go out. She took off her shoes and slipped into the bed with him. `I'm here Victor, don't you worry about a thing.' She put her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes.
A few hours later she woke up. She was disoriented for a minutes before she remembered that she was in Victor's bed. `Victor?' she called in a soft voice so that if he was still asleep, she wouldn't wake him. She turned and her eyes met Victor looking at her.
`I'm here,' he answered. He didn't take his eyes off her. `Are you lost, Wendy?'
`Why do you ask?'
`You are in my bed.'
`Oh! I'll just...' she started to get up.
But Victor pushed her gently back down. `No, I don't want you to go anywhere.' She relaxed back down. `I wanted to know what you were doing here.'
`I wanted to see if you were feeling alright since you've been sleeping since yesterday.'
`I'm fine Wendy.'
`You were burning up when I felt you.'
`Just a fever but its passing.' She took her hand up to feel his forehead again but he caught it and took it to his lips. He closed his eyes as he felt her hand then opened them again. She was curiously watching him. `I need you to do me a favor. I need you to turn on the light. I want to see you.'
`But you can see me in this light.'
`Better,' he waited. She was going to stand up but again he pushed her down. `Do it from here.' She turned patiently and looked at the lantern at one side and the flame sprout up then turned to the other and again it sprouted up.
She turned back to him. `I can't tell if you are just testing me or...'
`I just want to see you.' he caressed her face then her neck. His fingers went over her chest barely pressing then he began to untie the ribbons at the front. Her chest was quickening in the rise and fall but he pulled one ribbon at a time and finally he was on the last one. She was still on her back unable to move. He pulled her blouse apart gently and she could feel the cold air on her breasts.
He stared for awhile the touched them as if afraid. He looked up at her. She had caught her breathe. His eyes were smoldering with the heat of desire. She put her hand over his and squeezed. Then his hand slipped away from hers and went down to the waist. He caressed her slightly then went lower and started pulling the skirt up. His hand finally touched her bare warm skin. He pushed the skirt higher up her thigh. His hand slipped between her legs and his fingers were combing the small forest of hair.
She wondered why she wasn't embarrassed and told herself that it was natural. She was aching for him and this was the only way that she could cure that ache. Then his finger touched a sensitive part and she gasped. She looked at him with surprise and anticipation. He continued fondling with her until he felt his finger become wet then he pulled his hand away and lay back on the bed.
That can't be it! She almost shouted but she didn't open her mouth. She knew there was more to it than that as she still felt quite unsatisfied. Her head turned to him and saw that he had closed his eyes. She wondered what to do but couldn't think of anything better than to continue removing her clothes and... Remove his own. She pushed herself upright and then swung her leg astride him. His eyes opened suddenly and in panic but didn't react.
She removed what was left of her blouse and then pulled the skirt over her head. She pulled his shirt towards the upper part of his body and he raised his arms as she removed it. She was left staring at his bare chest. She touched it and found that it was as hard as always but this time, she was touching his skin. He was still burning up as before but he had said it was passing. She leaned toward him and kissed his lips lightly and found that it was deepening. Victor suddenly turned her over and she was on her back again but this time he was on top of her.
His hand was caressing her as the other hand supported his weight. Then he was fumbling with the belt on his trouser. His mouth never leaving hers, he managed to loosen it and pushed it impatiently down. Wendy pushed it the rest of the way down with her legs. And finally, there was nothing between them. Victor stopped the kissing all of a sudden and pushed her back down as her lips sought him.
She looked at him questioningly then she felt it enter her body. He went in slowly and every time that she winced in pain, he would stop. Finally he was fully in. he pulled back and thrust again. He did so until she felt the pain had abated, then she felt something new. Her hands clenched and unclenched on his back as he kept thrusting. She found her body following his rhythm unwillingly and her leg tightened around his waist. Then she couldn't keep her moans quiet and could hear herself gasping.
`Oh,' she said. But why wasn't he stopping? She wondered. He was going to kill her. She arched her back involuntarily. This could not possibly be normal, she thought. Something was happening. A warm glow started between her legs and spread to the rest of her body before she convulsed in pure pleasure. She cried out and grasped Victor so hard that he was sure to have a bruise. Then Victor pulled out of her and grabbed his shirt and covered himself with and closed her eyes as if he was going through his own climax. He collapsed on the bed next to her.
After a long time he whispered, `Thank you.'
She pulled herself up and kissed his lips before she also said, `Thank you too.' They fell asleep again exhausted.