Page 72 of Elizabeth Bennet Says Yes to Mr. Darcy

“Look at me,” he said.

I opened my eyes.

His face was taut with desire, yet all his attention remained on me.

The tension in my belly tightened suddenly. My body arched. A wave of pleasure crashed through me, so intense that I seized his arm and cried out his name.

He held me against him while the trembling subsided.

“What was…”

“Pleasure,” he murmured with a smile against my temple. “And I'm deeply grateful I could give that to you.”

I blushed.

“Is it always like that?”

“No. Nothing ever happens the same way twice.”

“Are you certain we’re still in England?”

He laughed, then kissed me.

“Do you want to stop?”

I could still feel the warmth of my pleasure, but also his desire against my thigh. I placed my hand on his cock. He inhaled sharply.

The skin was warm and softer than I had imagined over such impressive hardness.

“Elizabeth.”

“Am I hurting you?”

“No. But if you continue, this night may end very quickly.”

I almost withdrew my hand, then closed it more firmly. His eyes shut for a moment in pleasure.

“I want you to teach me this too.”

“Later. Tonight, I want to be inside you before I lose all reason.”

He positioned himself between my legs. I felt his cock against my opening, and fear returned.

He went still.

“Look at me. You can change your mind.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck.

“I’m not changing my mind.”

He entered slowly.

The sensation of stretching became a burn. I stiffened and he stopped immediately.

“Breathe, my love.”

The word moved me almost as much as his body.