by Jane Hunter
When she thought she could bear no more, Mr. Darcy finally gave in to her pleading and proceeded to kiss down her body, his lips touching every inch of her exposed flesh.
Elizabeth was euphoric with pleasure, her body barely able to catalog each touch, kiss and caress as they blended into each other.
“Elizabeth, will you be mine forever?” The question was said between kisses, and Elizabeth barely heard him over the rushing of the blood in her veins and the pounding of her heart.
“Yes,” she gasped. There had never been any other answer. She knew now that she had never wanted anyone but him to touch her this way.
He glanced up at her, his eyes full of need, and then he disappeared between her thighs.
“Oh!” Elizabeth gasped as she felt Mr. Darcy’s hot mouth seal over her secret wetness and tease at her silken folds with his tongue.
The sweet heat was building inside her burned hotter with every touch of his fingers and tongue, and Elizabeth’s head spun and her words faded away.
His fingers were gentle on her thighs, but Mr. Darcy’s mouth was fast and insistent, and she could feel the pleasure tightening and building inside her as it had that night at the Lambton Inn. She could never have imagined that it could feel like this to be with the man she loved... he was hers, and she was his... and it would always be like this between them.
She cried out as his fingers moved gently inside her, and she lifted her hips to encourage him to delve deeper into her velvet softness, to drive her higher in pleasure before filling her with his manhood.
As though he could hear her thoughts, Mr. Darcy’s fingers moved deeper as his tongue flicked over the center of her pleasure and made her moan aloud.
“Please, William... please.”
Allowing himself to be directed, Mr. Darcy moved and shifted to remove his breeches, and Elizabeth bit her lips to prevent a regretful cry as he removed his fingers from her secret depths.
Mr. Darcy reached up and took her hand, bringing it down until her fingers encircled his manhood. It was hard yet soft and smooth and Elizabeth felt her heart beat faster as she touched him.
“Guide me, Elizabeth,” he said softly.
It took a moment for her to figure out what he meant. Then it dawned on her. Without hesitation, Elizabeth guided the thick head of his manhood to her opening. With his eyes on hers, Mr. Darcy wrapped his hand around hers and pushed inside her slowly.
Elizabeth met his gaze boldly, her mouth open and panting as she anticipated what was to come. As soon as their eyes met, Mr. Darcy slid into her fully.
Elizabeth gasped, the stretch of her tender flesh around his manhood taking her breath away. It was a sense of fullness that she had to breathe out to let pass. It was a sting that morphed into a heat that became pleasurable.
Mr. Darcy groaned and leaned down to kiss her as he pulled back slowly and then slid into her again. This time her body welcomed him, her silken walls growing wetter and making the path slick and soft for him.
Mr. Darcy pulled her legs around his waist and moved closer to her, reaching between them to rub his thumb over the center of her feminine pleasure. Each slow thrust caused a sensation that thrummed through her in low building pleasure.
Elizabeth wanted more, and found herself moving her hips to meet his thrusts movement that made Mr. Darcy groan above her. The wave of pleasure was creeping in on her sight; it was something she wasn’t going to be able to resist when it hit. She gasped his name as the speed of his thrusts increased.
Mr. Darcy’s mouth claimed hers as she felt herself topple over the precipice of the mountain of pleasure that had been building inside her and she dragged her nails down his back as the pleasure cascaded over her.
She could feel her velvet walls clenching down on his manhood and Mr. Darcy groaned and bucked into her. She felt the hot wetness as his own climax overtook him and she felt their bodies fusing together as one and there was no telling where each of them ended or began.
Elizabeth wrapped her arms around her lover and pulled him to her breast. He was breathing heavily on top of her, his weight shifted to one side. She liked the weight of him on top of her. She felt surrounded, and invaded in the best way.
“My own Elizabeth,” he murmured against her skin. "I have a question which I have long desired to ask you."
“Yes, William,” she sighed.
“Will you be my wife, Miss Bennet?”
Elizabeth raised her head and looked at him carefully, as though trying to gauge how best to react based on the expression in his eyes.
“I will...” She said the words haltingly, choking on the tears that threatened to close her throat and make all communication impossible. But before she could say anything more, Mr. Darcy’s lips were upon hers and all thoughts of anything but the feel of his body and the pounding of her heart disappeared.
When he finally broke the kiss, she was breathless and hungry for him. But his expression carried no hint of the desire it had earlier. He was all determination as he rose to his knees and began to gather his hastily discarded clothing. Elizabeth clutched her chemise to her chest, watching him as he dressed.
“Do not worry, my dearest Elizabeth, I feel that I can hear your thoughts as plainly as if you were shouting them at me,” he said with a smile. He kissed her deeply, making her weaken once more. “I have made you a promise... I will find your sister. I will see her happily wed, and then I shall return to Hertfordshire to make you my wife... say you believe me?”
Elizabeth pulled her chemise over her head and tried to think of what she should say. She had allowed herself to be compromised again, with nothing but a promise whispered in the heat of their joining.
“Yes... I believe you,” she answered with her heart, and not her head, throwing herself on a faint hope that all would be well.
“All will be well, my dearest. I can promise you that,” he said as he helped her to her feet and tied the ribbon of her chemise as deftly as he had untied it. “Tomorrow, you will return to Hertfordshire and to your family, and I will go north to Gretna Green.”
Elizabeth could do nothing but nod as she pulled her gown up over her shoulders and tried to tame her hair once more. Elizabeth knew that she should be upset, angry at being put aside for Lydia – that she was being punished again for her younger sister’s missteps. But she did not. Quite the contrary.
Trusting a gentleman such as Mr. Darcy would have been the very last thing she would have believed of herself not so many months ago, but now... now it was the only rational option, and she did it willingly.
“I love you, Elizabeth Bennet,” he said, pulling her into his arms once more.
“I love you, Fitzwilliam Darcy,” she replied, closing her eyes as he kissed her lingeringly. Her heart pounded in her chest as she sagged against him, and the deliciously throbbing ache between her legs intensified. It could not be soon enough that they would be wed, of that she was sure. The hardening length of his manhood pressed against her belly, and she knew that he felt the same...
“Find my sister and Mr. Wickham... and then hurry to Hertfordshire,” she said breathlessly.
“I shall not fail you, my love,” he said.
And as suddenly as he had arrived, Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy was gone and Elizabeth was alone once more in front of the drawing room fire.
She would return to Hertfordshire in the morning – a changed woman, but one who now carried hope like a secret jewel in her heart. The hope that Mr. Darcy’s words had not been in vain, and that Lydia would be found... and that she, Miss Elizabeth Bennet, would soon be Mrs. Fitzwilliam Darcy – ardently loved and admired by the most agreeable gentleman of her acquaintance.
It was the thought she held close to her heart as she fell asleep that night, and in the morning as the mail carriage rumbled towards Longbourn. She would wait there for news of Lydia’s marriage, and the surety of Mr. Darcy’s return.
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The end
Also from Red Thorns Press
/> Elizabeth’s Awakening (Books 1-6)
Elizabeth’s Awakening (Books 7 - 12)
Mr. Darcy’s Promise (Books 1 & 2)
Elizabeth’s Folly
Elizabeth’s Decadent Delights
