“You cannot resist this feeling between us,” he pressed and kissed her lower.
“No. No, I cannot.” She arched her neck allowing him greater access.
“I long for the day I first make you mine,” he said in between hot kisses down the column of her throat. His long, talented fingers made quick work of unbuttoning her spencer. “I think of your hair loose on my pillow, your arms stretched out to me, inviting me to take my pleasure.”
His fingers delved below her neckline. “But all I can think of is giving you pleasure first. My fingers slide up your thighs,” his other hand demonstrated his words.
He spent several minutes caressing her, drawing ever nearer to her hot core which dripped in desire despite herself. “They feel the warmth of your embrace.”
They both moaned when his fingers grazed the curls of her sex. “Yes, love,” he said.
“Fitzwilliam, please,” Elizabeth moaned unsure if she was asking him to stop or stroke her more. “Please,” she said again, this time knowing what she truly desired was his love.
He gave her a searing kiss, and they reclined backward. Elizabeth gave herself up to him. If he could not love her, they could have no future. This would be her last taste of him. It would need to last the rest of her life. She clutched him closer to her, their limbs winding and caresses exchanged. Darcy rolled onto his back and brought Elizabeth on top of him, her legs straddling him.
“Feel that?”
He raised his hips, and his prominent arousal grazed her core. Her mouth went dry.
“It desires you. It needs you. I need you.” He wrapped his arms around her, crushing her breasts against his chest as he stroked her tongue. His hips gyrated against her in matching rhythm and a frenetic energy built in her.
Darcy’s hands dropped to her hips and encouraged her to rock against him. “Yes! Like that!” He encouraged her. After she had felt comfortable with the movements, his hands moved to her buttocks and clutched her. One transferred to a breast and fondled her through her garments.
“Fitzwilliam, please,” she pleaded, uncertain of what but knowing only he could give her the release from the growing, unbearable need consuming her. One hand tweaked a nipple, and the other reached between them, finding a sensitive bud she did not know existed. Moisture flooded between her legs making the intensity grow.
Sparks flew, and lights bombarded her eyes. She felt weightless as though she were floating and yet like every inch of her body were sizzling in awareness. A loud cry tore from her throat, and she thought she heard Darcy curse under his breath as he clutched her hip and ground into her once more.
As her chest heaved, Darcy pulled her atop his once more and her ear settled above his pounding heart. “I dream of calling you Mrs. Darcy,” he said and kissed the top of her head. “Marry me.”
“I...I cannot,” a tear trickled in earnest now. No matter the beauty of their shared passion, she would not marry without love.
“Why do you cry?” he asked and stroked her hair. “Are you promised to another? I heard nothing of it.”
Elizabeth slightly shook her head, careful to not remove it from its spot above his heart, which had slowed.
“Will you not tell me why I am rejected? After everything we have shared?” The coldness in his voice was everything she used to know.
“I will not be bought,” she said into his chest. “Please, say no more. Let us have this moment. Do not ruin it with talking.”
“You will not be bought,” he said in awe and squeezed her tightly. “Do you know I believe that is what I love about you the most?”
Elizabeth’s head jerked up and stared into his blue eyes. “You love me?”
“I should think that rather clear,” he said. “I told you I do not flirt or seduce.”
“Or know how to court ladies,” Elizabeth smiled.
“Will you have me with those defects?” he placed a hand on her cheek. “I will make it a study to learn how to flirt and court just one lady.”
Elizabeth arched a brow. “And seductions?”
“You are the only lady I have ever seduced and ever will,” he said and punctuated his vow with a gentle kiss.
“Let me love you every day for the rest of our lives,” he said, emotion shimmering in his eyes.
Elizabeth swallowed and pushed a lock from his brow. “I will under one condition only,” she said.
“Anything,” Darcy gathered her hand and kissed it before placing it over his heart.
“If you will allow me to love you every day as well.”
“I am the most fortunate man in the kingdom,” he said as she lowered her lips to his.
Chapter Six
“Elizabeth,” Darcy tore his lips away from his tempting bride as the carriage hurtled them closer to his London house. “Patience, darling.”
She pouted, and he was tempted to suckle the plump flesh, undoubtedly her design. “I thought you dreamt of calling me, Mrs. Darcy.”
“So I did,” he nodded. “I also have a very particular image of when I first take you, and it involves a bed, not a cramped carriage.”
“There are other ways to pass the time,” she said and trailed a finger down his waistcoat to his breeches.
“What manner of temptress did I marry?” he said as she stroked his growing cock, causing the air to leave his lungs and his head to fall back on the squabs.
“It was all my plan,” she said. “I seduced you with my innocent wiles and now that we are married will reveal my wanton nature.”
“Am I supposed to complain?” Darcy asked as he shifted to allow her greater access to the buttons to his fall.
“Miss Bingley was under the impression that you would be less than pleased with a lady who desired you,” she smiled.
“Pity the man who marries that bit of muslin. All the judgment of a prude but none of the actions.”
“Fitzwilliam, I must clearly be failing in my marital duties if you are thinking of another woman on your wedding night.” Elizabeth dropped to her knees and made herself comfortable between his legs, fisting his hard cock in one hand.
Darcy held his breath. They had done this one time, one glorious time, during their brief engagement. The night of the ball held at Netherfield, they slipped away. Of all their amorous encounters at Netherfield, of which there had been several more after his proposal before Elizabeth and Jane returned to their home, that was his favorite memory. Elizabeth had looked so full of pleasure after he had tasted her secret honey. She surprised him when she insisted on returning the experience. Her glittering eyes looked up at him just before she took his member in her mouth. Then his world went black as he was enveloped by her sweet lips. The hot moisture of her mouth and the texture of her tongue as she stroked up his length had him release nearly instantly.
This time, Darcy fiercely maintained control. She enjoyed teasing him, in provoking his arousal with a word, a look. Their six-week engagement had been more than long enough in his estimation, but Mrs. Bennet had complained that it ought to have been longer. As it was, they left the breakfast almost scandalously early. He would allow her to tease but wanted to save all of his energy for the evening.
Lord above! She made it difficult when she sucked on him like that. When she reached for his balls, he felt a familiar tingling up his spine and pulled her off him by her shoulders. His cock protruded straining for further contact.
Elizabeth pouted again. “Would you like me to read to you?” He asked.
She sighed and returned to her seat across from him although eyeing his slowly shrinking appendage. “If you insist. Although, I would much rather be ravaged.” She gave him a provocative glance.
“Soon love, soon,” he promised and buttoned himself.
“I cannot think of books with so much temptation before me,” she sighed in frustration. “Let us speak of something else. What did you think of the Gardiners?”
Darcy had enjoyed meeting Elizabeth’s uncle and aunt from London. He had found them both sen
sible, a relief after spending more time in the company of Mrs. Bennet and her sister. “I liked them both very much. I would be pleased to dine with them while we are in London and invited them to visit Pemberley this summer.”
“Oh! My aunt would like that above anything,” Elizabeth exclaimed. “She is from Lambton, which is very close to your estate, I believe.”
“Our estate, Mrs. Darcy,” he said and reached for her hand. She smiled as he gave it a squeeze. “Yes, she did mention it. I was pleased to hear about her memories of my father.”
“What do you think of your cousin and my friend Charlotte?” she abruptly asked.
“Richard?” Darcy raised his brows in confusion.
“Yes, he spent considerable time speaking with her today and did when he had arrived to meet with Colonel Forster about Wickham as well.” She took a breath. “Do you know what his income is? Charlotte has a minuscule portion.”
“Are you to be like your mother already?” Darcy teased. He was not surprised she showed concern for her friend.
“Is he honorable?” she asked meaningfully.
“I would trust Richard with my life,” Darcy answered. “And I trust him with Georgiana’s life as well. I do not know that I can offer higher praise than that of any man.”
“And is he knowledgeable in courtship? It is not a family failing, is it?”
Darcy chuckled. “I assure you, Richard has no trouble understanding ladies.” Elizabeth’s eyes narrowed. “I do not mean that he is a rake, but he is naturally more sociable than I am.”
“Very well,” she sighed. “I will not worry about Charlotte anymore.”
Darcy smiled and recognized her chatter as nerves. Truthfully, he was nervous about the evening as well. Seeing her anxiety allowed him to focus all of his energy on easing her fears.
“Come here,” he said and extended his hand to assist her to his side of the carriage. He wrapped an arm around her. “Rest, my love.”
Elizabeth gave him a sheepish smile but complied. Darcy was not fooled in the least. But for the time in Netherfield’s drawing room when he had kissed her into submission of agreeing to leave the chamber, this was the only other time in their acquaintance that she did not argue before capitulating to his opinion; if she even did that.
Darcy rested his head against hers and allowed the quiet and the rocking of the coach to lull him to sleep. Hours later, they arrived in London refreshed from the anxieties of the last several weeks. After brief introductions to the household, dressing for dinner, and a short meal, they retired to Elizabeth’s chambers.
He had never been happier to see a door close in his life. Gathering Elizabeth in his arms, he kissed her senseless. When they finally pulled away, he was drunk with desire.
“I should call my maid,” Elizabeth said.
“Not tonight,” Darcy murmured against the smooth skin of her neck. “I have waited for so long to see all of you.”
As Darcy trailed lips over her skin and caressed exposed areas, he slowly undid the fastenings of her gown. Now and then Elizabeth provided assistance while a steady flush spread over her features. When the dress fell to the floor, her stays cast aside, and her chemise pulled over her head, Darcy’s breath caught in awe at the beauty before him. Elizabeth was the most exquisite thing he ever saw, and he would worship her body until his dying breath. His eyes trailed from her softly rounded shoulders to the breasts which had fascinated him for weeks. Finally unencumbered by layers of clothing, his gaze dropped to her flat stomach and trim waist curving into gently flared hips. Next, he took in her long, lean legs still encased in her stockings.
“Say something,” she said as she began to fidget with her hands in discomfort.
“You are beyond anything I could have imagined, Elizabeth.” he pulled her to him for a gentle, reverent kiss as his hands tenderly caressed her newly exposed skin.
“I would like to see you,” Elizabeth said as she slid her hands under his coat.
Besides her declaration of love, those were the sweetest words he had ever heard. And ones he was quite eager to comply with. Impatiently, he tore off his clothes and stood completely bare before his bride. His erection stood proud and eager.
“I cannot believe you are mine,” he said as he pulled Elizabeth close and their naked bodies touched for the first time. Their moans reverberated in their throats.
Darcy walked her backward to the bed. Stopping before her knees hit the mattress, he raised her hand and placed a kiss on the palm. “I love you. This is our marriage bed. Everything is permitted which brings us pleasure. I do not know what you have been told, but I want us both to enjoy our lovemaking.”
Elizabeth’s eyes did not leave his as she nodded and sat then scooted back on the bed. He stretched out beside her and began lightly trailing his fingers over her flesh. “You are so beautiful,” he said as he nibbled her ear.
“I desire you so much it pains me,” he confessed before suckling a breast.
His fingers untied her garters, and then he pulled back to remove her stockings. First stroking up her leg and then kissing, he soon settled himself between her thighs.
“Fitzwilliam,” Elizabeth said as she clutched his curls.
First, his tongue darted around her nub, and then he alternated it with long, slow licks. When he added intense sucks, Elizabeth writhed from side to side beneath him, chanting his name as her pleasure built. Inserting a finger into her core, it dripped in desire. During their engagement, they had enjoyed a few unchaperoned walks, and while his mouth was still a new sensation on these parts, he had dedicated many a happy afternoon to coating his fingers with her essence.
“Yes, yes,” she moaned as a second finger joined the first.
Stretching her with his fingers, his tongue darted in her cavern, lapping up her juices. His cock pressed against the mattress, desperate for its own pleasure. Returning to her sensitive button of nerves, he sucked hard, and Elizabeth’s pleasure crashed over him. Her essence flooded his mouth, and while she was still in a state of bliss, he poised his cock at her entrance.
“This is the moment we become one,” he said as he stared down at his beloved. Perspiration beaded on his brow and it took all of his strength to not sink himself into her. It was only knowing that she would likely feel pain which prevented him.
“I love you, make me yours,” she said and raised her hips in invitation.
Darcy eased into her inch by inch as he kissed her deeply and fondled a breast. He expected to feel a resistance or hear her cry out in pain but never did. Finally, he was buried in his wife and her tight muscles pulsed around him.
“Are you well? How do you feel?” He looked at her in concern as he remained still, fighting with the instinct to thrust at lightning speed.
“There is no pain,” she said. “It is a little uncomfortable, you are so large!” She exclaimed, causing him to laugh. “But it feels glorious,” she said, and her head lolled to one side. “I am glad you used your fingers and tongue before,” she said with a grin.
Darcy merely jerked his head and slowly withdrew his cock to her entrance feeling her muscles grip him. Then he slowly pushed forward again, Elizabeth moaned in approval.
“Do you like that?” He asked as he did it again.
“Yes,” she answered breathlessly. “Again,” she commanded. “Faster.”
He was only too happy to comply. After a few more strokes, Elizabeth matched his rhythm. She ground into him when he surged forward, and her muscles clenched as he withdrew. In between kissing her, he spoke in broken sentences of his approval of her body, of her beauty, of how he could not imagine life without her. Elizabeth’s pleasure grew rapidly and just before Darcy thought he might explode, she stiffened in his arms and cried out. Her hot, wet core convulsed around him ripping an earth shattering release from him as he roared his passion.
Falling forward, he caught himself on his elbows to not crush her. “Lud, is it always that way?” Elizabeth asked breathlessly.
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p; “God, I hope so,” Darcy said. “If you ever experience something less than that in the future you must tell me.” He rolled to his side, his cock sliding out of her as he brought her with him. “I live to bring you pleasure. My own is nothing without bringing you to such heights.”
“Oh, Fitzwilliam,” Elizabeth said and kissed him. “I do not know what I did to deserve you, but I am so thankful Jane fell ill at Netherfield, and I was lonely that first night. I found something far better than a book. In fact, I hope never to fall asleep with one again.”
She flung herself on his chest and kissed him. “Me too,” he murmured against her mouth before seeking to pleasure her once more.
The End
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