Victoria stared at the roof of their fancy four-poster-bed when her husband came shortly while she hadn't had it. He moved beside her and grumbled how sorry he was.
"Damn, love!" She hissed at him. She sat up frustratingly and helped him undress well. "Why are you drunk?"
"Grandpa spoke to me downstairs and I happened to drink a lot." He sighed and closed her eyes. "Love, I'm sorry. Give me the vibrator, I'll help you."
"There's no need. I wasn't aroused anymore." She sighed and slipped off from bed to clean up.
After she washed, she then prepared a basin and lukewarm water. She then went to bed and wiped off her husband who was sweating probably because of alcohol. He was drunk and turned yet he's murmuring her name and telling her how much he loves her. It melted her heart. She wasn't annoyed or frustrated from what happened. It's the first time that he attacked her like that, in a sweet way.