Fault or Virtue: An Imaginative Retelling of Jane Austen's 'Pride and Prejudice'

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by April Karber


  When his long, nimble fingers found their home between her thighs, she tensed and moaned, pressing her hips against his hand. She clawed at his shoulders and back, writhing in pleasure as he moved his fingers up and down, in and out. He gave her nipple one last playful bite, and slid himself down to join his fingers at their work. In seconds, she was gasping for air, wriggling against him, crying out, and finally, with one last plunge of his tongue inside her, she gave a loud scream and shook uncontrollably with pleasure.

  He parted her legs wider and climbed on top of her, kissing every inch of her as he moved his face towards hers.

  “William,” she breathed, wrapping her arms around his neck.

  He kissed her hard and she cried out again, her desire for him returning. His hand slid down her once more, this time rubbing the place between her thighs to ready her for his manhood. He parted her with his fingers and gently thrust himself inside, feeling her stiffen as he slid farther in. He kept his mouth over hers as he slowly moved in and out, feeling her slowly start to relax as the pain subsided. When at last she began sighing with pleasure, he returned his mouth to her nipples, sucking hard while she pulled his hair. He plunged inside her again, harder than ever, and found his pleasure after just a few more strokes. After he caught his breath, he slid down and kissed her between the thighs, and then rolled her over so that her womanhood hung just over his mouth. He grasped her bottom and pulled her towards his mouth, and licked and sucked furiously until he heard her screaming into the pillows. She fell to one side of him, desperate to catch her breath.

  He laid his head beside her on the pillow and smiled, taking in the full sight of her, satiated but eager for more.

  “Don’t even think about sleeping, Mrs. Darcy.”

  “Mmm…” she managed, resting her head on his bare chest and closing her eyes.

  When Darcy’s fingers again returned to exploring the space between her thighs, she knew sleep would not come to her, not for a very long time.

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