“Mr. Darcy,” she moaned in his lovely ear, “I want you to make me your own.”
Darcy pulled away from her neck with a last kiss and smiled at her with a knowing, deliriously happy smile.
“Did you not already make me your own when you agreed to take me for your husband, my brilliant girl?”
Elizabeth’s heart raced at the mention of their wedding, at the reminder of how deep his love was for her, against all odds. While she considered how mad it was that she was about to marry a man she had been so angry with only a few months before, Darcy leaned toward her again and kissed her slow and deep, their tongues dancing together in a passionate dance. While they kissed, Darcy’s hands traced all along her thighs, his touch sending a shiver directly to her most private and womanly area.
Darcy shifted his weight on top of her and all she could feel was the heft of his strong body, and the hardness of his manhood. She could think of nothing else but his closeness, and how it would feel to have him inside of her. Meanwhile, Darcy found joy in each shiver he drew from her; the happiness he brought her only increased his own ten-fold. Just as Elizabeth began to grow dizzy from the desire, her sweet gentleman traced his fingers back up along her thigh and then let them slide inside of her with a few languid turns. Lizzy covered her face to prevent her moans from being heard by the rest of the house, but she wanted to experience him entirely, and she was not sure how much longer she could contain herself.
As their kiss remained unbroken, Elizabeth knew she wanted more; she traced her hand down Darcy’s bare chest and inside of his pants, suddenly feeling the full weight of his manhood. He moaned softly into her mouth as they kiss, something that only made her want him more..
The touch of her hand against Darcy seemed to make him more desperate to taste every part of her. Her breasts now bare before them, he kissed around her pert nipples and traced them with his tongue, causing her body to writhe beneath him. A low, powerful moan poured from her lips, which she hastily tried to hide again. They may at last be engaged, but Lizzy still did not wish to be discovered by any of the household in such a way, especially not by her mother or father. Her cries of passion could be saved for Pemberley; for now, she was content to be quiet in her dearest’s arms.
Darcy seemed to lost in his own cloud of passion, unable to pull himself away from her full breasts, so he probed within her womanly depths once again. Just as she seemed she might reach the apex of her pleasure, he desperately began to kick free of his trousers and underclothes. Suddenly, she could see the heft of his manhood waiting to take her, and she’d never wanted anything more in her life.
“With your permission, my love?” he asked with a throaty whisper. All Elizabeth could do was nod dreamily and then, Darcy filled her up entirely. It was nothing like she ever imagined, but any pain she felt at first turned to pleasure in moments. Every thrust of his hips filled her even more, the rapture intensifying, until all at once, she was overwhelmed with the joy of it. As far she was concerned, the feeling could continue forever, as long as she could stay in his arms.
It was not long before she saw a look of peace and pleasure wash over Darcy, and suddenly, they both crossed the precipice of satisfaction together, wrapped in a kiss. It was almost as if the whole world disappeared. Hours may have passed as far as Elizabeth knew. The one thing she was sure of is that she could have stayed in that kitchen corner, in that pile of tablecloths, forever.
Eventually, just as the sun began to rise, they were finally able to speak.
“Just think, Lizzy. It could be like this forever.”
Lizzy gave him a kiss on the cheek, then laughed lightly.
“We could certainly try and do nothing else for the rest of our lives, but I suspect polite society might wonder what became of us.”
Darcy laughed in turn and took Elizabeth’s hand in his.
“Damn polite society. Your’s is the only opinion I care about now.”
If Fitzwilliam Darcy had uttered such a thing to her only a few weeks before, she might have thought him mad. But now, with his family ring on her finger and his arms wrapped around her, she believed it possible for the first time…
She had found love and she found it with the most unlikely of men. A man whose heart was free of pride and filled only with passion for his future wife: the perfect man.
The End
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