“Mm-mmm, delicious . . .” She tripped over her feet as she realized she had voiced her innermost thoughts.
“Excuse me?” He chuckled as he approached her and caught her in his arms. She blushed profusely, her cheeks heating at his response and at being in his strong arms. She did not offer an apology, nor did she attempt to save herself; she seemed stunned to silence. Darcy held her tighter, completely aware of the effect that he had on her. Elizabeth panted lightly, licking her lips again. He beamed a gorgeous smile, focusing on her soft lips before returning his gaze to hers.
“I do believe that you called me delicious and that you are drooling, as if I were a piece of tempting chocolate.” Her words caught in her throat, and before she could say anything, Darcy ran his hands through her hair as he pressed his lips against hers. She moaned into him, igniting her whole body with lust. The kiss lasted an eternity, and time stood still as her thoughts and worries melted away. She could feel his warmth as she clung desperately to him, as though her life depended on it. She could tell he did not want her to let go by how tightly he held on to her.
He pulled back slightly and kissed her forehead. “Oh, how I have waited to hold you in my arms again. I was afraid you hated me.”
She responded by wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her lips against his. Her tongue was greedy, and he rivaled her need with great passion. The electricity she felt radiating from his body jolted something in her memory. It was like bits and pieces of a movie, and not the Colin Firth movie she had watched a thousand times. She could not make it out, but it filled her heart with love and warmth. As he pulled away to catch his breath, Elizabeth moaned at the loss, eyes closed. He pulled her closer, and whispered, his breath hot on her skin.
“Please look at me, darling. I want to gaze deep into your beautiful green eyes.” She obeyed, and her eyes were locked with his as though she would do anything for him. Like she would go to the ends of the earth with him, even to Hell and back. Her eyes were beautiful, truly the window to her magnificent soul. She lowered her face, tears beginning to fall. This alarmed Darcy. Wiping away her tears, he drew her closer. Her head automatically buried into his chest, and his arms wrapped around her, his fingers running through her hair.
“Darling, I am so sorry. You must think that I am an animal, to act so ferociously like that.” Pulling away, Elizabeth placed her hands on either side of Darcy’s face, looking him straight in his eyes.
“Darcy, you’re far from an animal. You’ve been so patient with me. Always so kind and loving.” Standing on her tiptoes, she kissed him gently on the lips. “Plus, it was me who was staring at you like a piece of candy.”
Regardless, he felt bad for overwhelming her. He did not want to break contact; instead, taking her hand, he walked over to the sofa, pulling her down to sit next to him. He turned to face her.
“You should be resting, instead of wandering around.” Elizabeth flinched and narrowed her eyes. Guilt washed over Darcy; he did not intend to belittle her.
“Darling, I love you, and I only want what is best for you.”
“Darcy, I can’t stay bedridden for the rest of my life. I’m desperate to socialize and explore! Please, humor me . . . spend the day with me, pretty please?” Her eyes twinkled in his direction, as though she was desperate to be close to him, like she needed him more than the air that she breathed. Her desire shocked Darcy; she was never this insecure toward him.
Darcy could not resist her request, especially as he did not have any other engagements that day. He was reluctant to get his hopes up, though the way she had looked at him earlier, and kissed him, gave him a tiny ray of hope. He was afraid of getting hurt, and with the possibility of her never recovering, it was becoming more and more apparent that he could have to send Elizabeth to the asylum.
Rejection washed over her at his hesitation, and she shifted uncomfortably; it seemed like an eternity before Darcy replied.
“Of course, darling, we shall spend the day together.”
“Can we take a walk in the garden?” He took her arm into his, mirroring the smile on her face. Her shoulders relaxed as she continued to let her guard down. The sun warmed her skin.
Looking up at the clear blue sky, she beamed, delighted at the wonderful weather on her first trip outside of the estate. Squinting, she scrunched her nose, turning to catch sight of an entertained look on Darcy’s face.
“What is amusing?”
“I do not mean to mock you; you look so radiant and fetching. As if you have not seen the sky for so long.” She poked his side for his observation.
“Well, Mr. Darcy, I haven’t seen the sky in ages. You keep me tucked away in my room, like a princess locked in a tower.”
He held up his palms, calling a truce.
“Mrs. Darcy. Please forgive me, it was not my intention to make you feel like my prisoner.” Kissing her cheek, he took out his white kerchief and waved it in the air between them. Elizabeth snorted at his behavior.
“You’re such a dork.”
“What a peculiar choice of words, dearest. Are you feeling well?”
“Yes, of course.” She picked up her pace, and Darcy rushed to catch up. She’d been so wrapped up in her feelings for Darcy that she forgot that she might be in a different time; how embarrassing! Elizabeth made a conscious note to watch what she said in front of Darcy from now on.
“Darling, slow down! It is as if you are running away from me as if I were an ogre.”
“Oh, Darcy, you would make a most handsome ogre. If you were, I would still find you attractive love you.”
madly.”
“Yes, most definitely. I would make a dashing ogre.” He chuckled at their sparring of words.
“It is nice to see you humble as ever, Mr. Darcy. A fine quality that I love so much!” She laughed as she rolled her eyes. Darcy pulled Elizabeth closer, into his warm embrace.
“If I am an ogre, then I shall have to ravish you right at this very moment.”
His breath was hot on her neck. Her pulse was quickening, her breath hitching in her throat. She licked her lips and moaned.
“Mmm . . . please do!”
That did the trick. Darcy palmed the small of Elizabeth’s back and she couldn’t help but arch into him in response. Pressing his hungry lips to hers, he kissed her deeply, their tongues dueling. She could sense his desperation to taste the sweetness of her mouth. Her body responded with as much urgency as he began panting between his fervent kisses. She sucked on his tongue and nibbled on his bottom lip, sensing the arousal that her actions had awakened. His eyes were wild as he laid her gently on the ground. She didn’t deny him as he continued to kiss her, hitching up her skirt with one hand. His fingers caressed her thigh, grazing her skin—a fine line between pain and pleasure—making her wanton with lust. Her body writhed, frantic to get closer to him, shamelessly grinding against his manhood.
“Stop teasing me, Darcy! Please, I need to feel you inside of me.” Ignoring her pleas, his fingers continued to explore until he reached her core. He pushed her undergarments to one side, and she shivered as her wetness was exposed. It was obvious that her slippery skin drove Darcy insane; his pupils were pools of black, burning into her skin as they roamed over her half-naked body. As soon as she felt his touch where she desperately craved it, she bucked her hips in pure ecstasy, grinding against his deft fingers. Darcy grinned at the effect that he had on her, staring deep into her eyes as his fingers breached her slick entrance, appearing entranced by the harsh gasp that left her pouty mouth.
“Darcy, please . . .”
Kissing Elizabeth hungrily, he sighed and pulled away. “Are you sure, darling, since you are with child? I shan’t live with myself if I hurt either of you.”
Elizabeth resisted bursting into laughter; she couldn’t tell him that she wasn’t pregnant. Or that it was impossible, because they never had sex before. Poor guy, I don’t want to argue with him, and rock the boat. I don’t want him to think I’m crazy. Als
o, did he not know that pregnant women had sex all the time? Remembering that he actually didn’t know, she decided that his genuine worry was endearing.
“Yes, my love, I promise that everything will be okay.”
Elizabeth clutched at Darcy, dragging him back down to her, placing a sweet kiss on his heavenly lips.
“As I was saying . . . ravish me.”
“In time, darling. This is not a race, I want to savor every inch of you.” Pushing back onto his knees, Darcy bunched up Elizabeth’s skirts, inching her legs apart. Closing her eyes in anticipation, Elizabeth moaned as she felt warm breaths where she wanted them the most. As he spread kisses along her inner thighs, Darcy’s fingers returned to devour her heat. Frustratingly, Darcy removed his fingers, only to replace them with his skillful tongue. Head heavy with lust, body consumed with pleasure, Elizabeth was unable to hold back her whimpered obscenities, faintly aware that Darcy had yet to see her this way. Elizabeth’s erotic display appeared to encourage him to slow things down, to tease her, edging her arousal almost to the point of pain. Clenching her teeth, she fought back a scream at the cocky look on his face.
“Now Darcy, please . . .” Darcy’s plunging tongue cut her words off, pleasure taking over. Bolting up, Elizabeth pinned his head between her thighs, riding his tongue. The feel of Darcy’s stubble against her soft skin only added to the erotic experience. Running her fingers through his hair, Elizabeth bucked harder against him, desperate for relief.
Darcy halted his assault, pushing Elizabeth back down. Smirking down at her, he unbuttoned his cream-colored dress shirt, revealing milky-white skin adorned with a smattering of dark hair—the perfect length for grasping in the throes of passion. His large hands sank lower to unfasten the straps of his breeches, before dropping them to the floor, along with his undergarments. Freeing himself from the clothes restraining his ankles, he stepped toward Elizabeth, his face mirroring the passion that invaded her thoughts. She was in awe; licking her lips, she savored the vision of the Greek god on display before her. His striptease only amplified her desires; every nerve in her body longed to feel every inch of him inside of her. Maintaining eye contact with her, he pressed his body against hers, flesh on flesh, continuing his teasing. Growing impatient, Elizabeth took matters into her own hands.
Her hand grabbed his length greedily, caressing him up and down. His control was almost nonexistent. The sharp intakes of breath and white-knuckled fists clenched at his sides confirmed her suspicions. Elizabeth’s eyes rolled into the back of her head as Darcy took over, strong hands clamped on her hips, dragging her body closer whilst placing rough kisses against the delicate skin of her neck. The beast awakened as he parted her slick folds and brutally thrust into her. Her body shook violently as she rocked forward to meet the pounding of his hips, hungry for more.
“Darcy, faster, please!” Elizabeth could tell that Darcy wanted to take his time and drag things out, but the raw sound of skin hitting skin drove them both wild, as they were both anxious to reach completion together. He thrust faster, pounding into her with reckless abandon, palming her backside as she snaked her legs around him, clinging on for dear life. Elizabeth was frantic; her mouth watered at the thought of Darcy burying himself deeper, filling her with his seed, enveloping her in his love.
As though reading her mind, Darcy let out a primal growl, their sounds mingling as she mewled his name.
“I love you, Elizabeth.” He peppered her with kisses before clamping down on the soft flesh between her neck and shoulder as he thrust one last time, before they both began exploding together. Darcy rolled to lie next to her. Turning to face him, her body still trembling from the aftereffects of their lovemaking, she placed her palm on his flushed chest.
“I love you too, Darcy.” He wrapped his arms around Elizabeth’s warm body, running his fingers through her hair.
“My intention for spending the day together was for you to get reacquainted with me. I can declare that there is no better way than making love to you.” Winking, he took her hand into his, kissing each finger, one at a time.
With a sudden rush of emotion, Elizabeth’s eyes glistened with tears. Noticing her change in mood, Darcy sat up, placing his hands on each side of her face, looking deeply into her eyes.
“Darling, what is the matter? Have I hurt you?”
“No, quite the opposite. I feel closer to you, and yes, there was no better way to get reacquainted, Mr. Darcy!”
Darcy stood up abruptly, scanning the vicinity before pulling his breeches back on, dusting off the grass from their earlier frolicking. A wave of disappointment washed over Elizabeth; she could lie half naked with Darcy all day, and she felt closer to him than ever, wrapped in his loving arms.
“Shall we continue the tour?” Kissing her on the cheek, he took her hand.
“All right.”
“Darling, do not be discouraged! We shall be intimate again. We have the rest of our lives with each other.” He kissed Elizabeth on her forehead. “It is as if you have never seen me without clothes before.”
She forced a smile. Of course, I have not, she thought, sadly. She craved a promise of forever, but she knew that wasn’t possible. She didn’t want to wake up and be back in the present time, to never see him or make love to him again.
Her thoughts turned dark and depressing. Again, Darcy noticed her darkened mood. Sporting a devilish smile, he grabbed her hand. He started running toward the lake, dragging Elizabeth with him.
“What . . .” Before she could finish, he dove in, clothes and all. Ignoring the splashes being sent her way, Elizabeth stood, slack-jawed, staring at the scene before her. Like a vision from Baywatch, Darcy sauntered toward her—she was unsure if his slow-motion walk was the work of her imagination, or real life—whipping his head to the side, sending water droplets flying. Of course, leaving his tousled hair looking perfect. He held out his hand, looking expectantly at her. Elizabeth was having a moment—a moment to appreciate what millions of women have fantasized about: Mr. Darcy soaking wet, walking out of a lake toward her. It took her a moment to come back down to earth, only rousing when he splashed her again. He was standing at the edge of the lake; a fine specimen of a man, worthy of being carved out of stone.
“Darling, do join me.” She was frozen, shamelessly ogling her husband, and before he could draw her into his body, they heard a carriage approaching. Thank God; she was saved from her embarrassment at gawking at him again. He cursed and started climbing out of the water.
“Slowly, please.” The words passed her lips as if spoken by another person. She was possessed by lust, savoring this moment that she had pictured a thousand times.
“Your wish is my command.”
He mounted the grassy bank in slow motion, water dripping from his body, and just like that—she was under his spell again.
“Come, my love, we shall continue this later. I have a surprise for you.”
Jumping at his words—spell broken—she turned her head to look at him.
“Surprise?”
“Yes, do not ask me any more questions. I am aware that you do not like surprises, but this one you most definitely will.” He took her into his arms briefly, before separating to hold hands, and they walked back to the manor quietly. She thought this was the perfect opportunity to bring up the subject of inviting Charlotte and the others over for a little party.
“Are you sure you would be up for it? I do not want you to be overwhelmed.”
“Yes, I am sure I would be fine. I believe it would do me some good and perhaps help me with my memory.”
He paused for a second; she was worried he would deny her. “Yes, you are right, it would do you some good. I shall have Millie make the arrangements, and you could invite them over in two days, if you can wait that long?”
She jumped for joy and kissed him on the cheek. “Thank you very much, darling.”
He smiled and kissed her hand and they proceeded to walk quietly.
Her thoughts went
back to what his surprise might be. She was racking her brain to try to figure out what Darcy had up his sleeve. It felt like an eternity, although it was only five minutes to return home. Millie stood in the foyer, waiting for instruction.
“Please take Mrs. Darcy upstairs, Millie. Help her to change out of her clothes and ensure that she rests.” Elizabeth wanted to protest that she was fine in the clothes she was wearing, and she did not want to rest, but before she could, Darcy placed his finger on her lips to shush her, obviously sensing her impending refusal. Smiling, he whispered in her ear.
“There is grass in your hair and on your skirt; I highly doubt you would want to give Millie the wrong impression, regardless of how much I love your wanton enthusiasm. I do not wish to dishonor you by presenting you as anything less than a lady. We also do not want word to spread that I, Fitzwilliam Darcy, am an ogre! It will be our little secret. Also, you need your rest if you intend to continue our little tryst from earlier.”
Elizabeth’s skin heated at the memory, and she bit her lip unconsciously.
“Do rest, darling; I am afraid I wore you out, and I shall fetch you in time.” He kissed her hand, and he walked away. She felt a little emptiness as he turned his back on her. Millie stood there, waiting for Elizabeth to move. Millie cleared her throat to break Elizabeth out of her mood.
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