“So am I. I think we will understand everything quickly enough.” He pressed a kiss to her temple and lightly ran his hands down her body to rest on her hips. “Besides,” he said in a low voice, “we seem to be doing well so far.”
“Jane said?—”
“Don’t tell me,” he said seriously. When she frowned, he added, “Anything you learnt from Jane is intrinsically tied to Bingley, and I will live happier without knowing what he is like behind closed doors.”
She laughed, and he laughed along with her, and the rest of her tension dissolved and left her only with wanting the first object of her warmest, devoted love. Elizabeth laced her fingers together at his neck, and when she opened her mouth to his, Darcy drew his hands low beneath her backside and squeezed. When he nibbled at her bottomlip, they were soon kissing again the way she wanted, all tongue and teeth and unrestrained passion.
“I want to take you to bed.”
His voice was rougher than before, heavy with desire for something more. She felt him against her, hot and insistent. It made her faint with pleasure as she nodded. His expression was more expectant, more confident now as he walked her backward to the bed, kissing her hard along the way.
The back of her legs hit the bed and she ran her hands across his bare chest, saying, “I have wanted this all week.”
Elizabeth was flat on her back before she could take a breath, and the look on Darcy’s face sent a rush of heat down her body. He joined her on the bed and lowered his mouth to one breast whilst bringing his hand to stroke the other. When that hand moved lower, she arched into him with a sigh.
It was both blissful and strange to be touched where she had never been touched by anyone else. He was too slow at first, or maybe a little uneasy, to fully satisfy her, but that did nothing to quell the desire that had been building since Darcy entered her room. She wondered if she should tell him exactly what to do, but there was an aspect to it that was intuitive. She could tell he focused on the subtle changes in her breathing or the way that she shifted her hips when he touched her.
“Like that?” Darcy’s voice was low in her ear before kissing along her neck.
She tried to speak, but all that she managed was a nod and a long moan. Soon she was in a frenzy of passion that was unlike anything she had felt before. Elizabeth answered him more fully by throwing an arm around him and kissing him, their kisses fervent until she gave a deep cry.
“Elizabeth,” Darcy whispered, tracing his thumb across her lips. Her eyes fluttered open to see him looking intently at her. His eyes were wonderfully dark, and full of an open warmth. “You are beautiful.”
The compliment took her aback, and she gave a nervous laugh. “You sound surprised.” She doubted she looked beautiful since shewas certain her face was flushed, she was covered in sweat, and she knew her hair was plastered about her face.
His mouth twitched, but his voice was low and serious when he said, “Surprised that I get to see you like this.”
Darcy’s breathing was a little uneven. She pressed a kiss to his lips and put enough pressure on his shoulders to show that she wanted him on top of her. He braced two hands on either side of her, and he looked down intently between them.
His gaze blinked to hers, long enough to gauge that she was willing. Gently, and ever so slowly, he pushed into her.He kissed her softly across her face, whispering apologies and endearments as she winced. Eventually, it was easier to arch towards him, allowing him to enter farther.
He exhaled loudly and then hung his head. “Oh God, Elizabeth.”
This made her kiss him again, slowly and lazily as she basked in what was finally happening. She thought she wanted him to move, but she was unused to this build, only the release he had given her before. His mouth trailed away from her lips and nudged her chin up to get to her neck. She surrendered immediately, tilting her head back as he sucked at the ragged pulse in her throat.
“I need—Please, Elizabeth, I need to move.”
She nodded, not realising that he had been waiting for her. His slow rhythm built the same desire in her that she had thought was satisfied only a few moments ago. He continued to glance down, watching her body envelop him over and over as he slowly moved. Darcy seemed as roused by what he was seeing as much as by what he was feeling.
As he moved over her, his breathing more pronounced with building passion, she wished he would move faster.How is he supposed to know what I want?“Fitzwilliam?” He stopped moving entirely and she whimpered in frustration. “No, don’t stop. Can you move faster?”
He leant down to give her a fierce kiss before complying, moving not only faster but harder. He was now laid out more fully atop herand she hooked a leg around his hip. She started to move in counterpoint to him, her fingernails scraping into his shoulders and down his back as he moved with more fervour. She felt the same ecstasy asbefore come on at length, and she was fairly certain she felt the same symptoms from Darcy.
She could only make out some of what he was saying. He might have been swearing, or praying, but she often heard her own name. This time, she cried out his name at the last. Darcy was now still and quiet, except for his pounding heart that she could feel beating against her own chest. For a while, they were both silent, perhaps tongue-tied, with joy and rapture.
“Was it worth the wait?” she asked, running her fingertips through his hair.
He hummed happily against her neck, and she held him a little tighter. There was a stronger and more satisfied intimacy between them now.
“I could ask you the same question, dearest Elizabeth.” He pressed a long kiss against her throat.
“Oh, yes. I hope you won’t make me wait long to do it again.”
Darcy was not a man given to broad smiles. More often his lips just turned up and a hint of humour shone in his eyes, but now he looked radiant. He then gave her an ardent kiss that seemed to express all of his satisfied desires and enduring love.
“I am at your command.”
Darcy wasstartled awake when something landed roughly on his face. He flinched and sat bolt upright, not knowing where he was. His alarm fell away as he realised he was still in Elizabeth’s bed, and she was facing him with her arm outstretched. He rubbed his nose where her hand had hit him and, looking at the light coming in through the curtain, guessed it must be near five o’clock in the morning. He had not meant to stay this long.
