Desired By Mr Darcy (…By Mr Darcy #2)

Chapter Ten

Elizabeth

O nce the words had been spoken, Lizzy knew that she had asked too much of him. Fitzwilliam’s eyes widened in shock, and he rose to his feet. She dragged her eyes over his body, and could not help but notice hardened outline of something within his breeches. She inhaled sharply; she knew, for she had been told, that a man’s part grew hard when aroused. She had aroused him.

It was surely a sin, but she felt a great pride at having such a profound effect on him.

“You cannot know what you are asking.”

“I know it is wrong. I have been consumed with it all day. I have thought of nothing but what I saw.”

“It was not…I did not think…” he swallowed heavily. “Lizzy, please. You cannot ask this of me.”

“You think me a whore,” she said dully. “I am sorry, I do not know what has come over me. Please, you must forgive me for making a fool of myself. I have never…I would never…”

“I am mad with wanting,” he said suddenly. “I cannot explain what has come over me. The first moment our lips touched… it ignited something in me I have never felt, sweet Elizabeth. I think of you every second of every day, I always have, but… my God, you will think me depraved.”

“Tell me.”

There was not an inch between them, and Elizabeth gasped when his hands gripped her waist. He turned her, her back pressed against his front. She felt something hard against her, and she closed her eyes as he lowered his lips to her ear. His voice was as soft as velvet, as dark as chocolate and even sweeter.

He kissed her neck; his tongue drawing patterns against the sensitive skin that made her toes curl. She stayed in that wonderful embrace as long as she could, his kisses wandering from her neck to her jaw, before taking her earlobe into his mouth. He bit down gently on the lobe, and she shivered.

“Wait,” she said breathlessly.

He pulled away at once, turning her in his arms so they stood face to face. She wished she had not said anything, for he looked so handsome she wanted nothing but to kiss him.

“I must know something,” Elizabeth asked, though she was afraid of the answer.

“Anything.”

“How many women have you lain with?”

“Other women?” he pulled away. “None. I have never kissed another, or known another’s touch. It is you, Elizabeth. Only you.”

“I thought…I had assumed…”

“I am not a creature prone to lust by my nature, Elizabeth. I never gave it any thought at all. It is you who has stirred this fire within me.”

“How will we know what to do?”

“I know what to do,” he told her, “in a roundabout way. We shall learn it together. I know that I want you to find great pleasure in your husband; that matters to me above all else.”

“Is that right?” she asked, “my mother said that…”

“I beg you, do not make me think of your mother.”

“Will you tell me, then?” she whispered. “Will you tell me of our wedding night?”

“It is not my place.”

“Who else but my husband should instruct me?”

“I will never hurt you, Elizabeth. If you are fearful of that, know that you shall always be safe with me.”

“I have never doubted that. It is not you that I fear. Well, perhaps it is.”

“I swear that…”

“I fear that I will disappoint you.”

“Disappoint me? I do not see how such a thing would be possible. It is I who will never be enough.”

“Enough?”

“Do you think I do not see the disparity between us? You are kind, and joyful, and those around you cannot fail to love you. I lack those qualities, and I fear such a man will be difficult to love as a husband.”

“But it is our differences that make me love you all the more!” she protested. “How could you think such a thing? You would doubt my love for you?”

“I do not know why I deserve it!” he shot back. “I have loved you for so long I can scarcely remember a time when I was unaffected.”

“And you believe that my love is not as deep as yours for it is more recent?”

“No! I just…I never believed I would be so lucky as to win your heart. That is all. Forgive me, for my mind is in torment. I have debased myself, and you bore witness to my disgrace.”

“I did not see it as a disgrace. I could not look away, Fitzwilliam, and my desire for you…”

Suddenly, her desire to speak melted away. He looked at her with such intensity she could barely breathe, and in a moment the gap between them was closed as he took her in his arms and crushed his mouth to hers. There was nothing more to say; words could not express what this kiss conveyed. They kissed passionately, desperately seeking more. Her hands roamed his body, feeling the taut muscles beneath his shirt, each curve and line telling a story of strength and longing. His hands tangled in her hair, pulling her closer as if the space between them was unbearable. The world around them faded into oblivion; no sound, no light, no thought existed beyond the fire that burned between them.

Her heart raced wildly, matching the rhythm of his as their lips danced in unison. Every touch, every sigh was electric, igniting parts of her she didn’t know existed. His fingers traced the curve of her back, pulling her even closer until their bodies fit together like pieces of a long-lost puzzle.

And yet, beneath the fervent passion, there was a tenderness - a silent communication that neither dared to put into words. This wasn’t just desire; it was need so deep she could not understand it.

She pulled back slightly, searching his eyes. They glimmered with an intensity that made her shiver, a silent promise of everything he felt but couldn’t say.

“I’ve wanted this,” he murmured, his voice hoarse with emotion. “You. Always you.”

“Touch me,” she whispered. “Please, touch me.”

“Where?” he asked, kissing her neck.

She took his wrist in her hand, raising it to her breasts. He groaned, burying his face once more in his neck as those perfectly large hands she had always admired cupped her breasts through the thin fabric of her nightgown.

“Yes,” she gasped. “Oh, that feels…”

“I do not know what has come over me, but I know I will spend the rest of my life making you feel wonderful. Every day. I am your servant, a slave to your pleasure. God, the things I would do to you.”

“Tell me.”

“I want you so badly. I dream of you naked in my bed. I dream of spending hours nestled between your thighs, of tasting your cunt until you come against my lips. I imagine it is your hand around my cock instead of my own. I long to have you beneath me, atop me, to hear your moans as we make love. It is wrong, and it is shameful, but I cannot stop. I wake up like this,” he pushed forward, the hardness pressing against her hip. “I go to sleep like this. I am losing my mind. I am mad with love, mad with lust.”

“Will you show me?” she asked. “Will you show me what I saw?”

“I would do whatever you asked of me, my Elizabeth, but this…I am ashamed.”

“Why?”

“This is not who I am. I am not a man who thinks of nothing but pleasure. You saw me in my most vulnerable state, and still, you look at me as you do. You look at me as though I am made of starlight, such adoration I do not deserve.”

“I do adore you. I adore everything about you, and this is no exception.”

She lowered her hand, relishing in his gasp as she pressed her hand to the firm outline of his manhood. He said nothing as she moved her hand slowly against him, his breath shuddering between them.

“May I?” she whispered, her fingers hovering over the fastenings to his breeches.

Before she could unfasten them, his fingers joined hers and made quick work of the fastenings of one side of the opening. He took her wrist once more, slipping her hand into the folds of his clothes.

“Allow me this privacy,” he groaned, her fingers finding skin that felt as fine as silk. “Oh, I…”

“May I touch you as you touched yourself?”

“Please, oh, please.”

Her heart raced as she tentatively wrapped her hand around the thick length of him. He was heavy in her hand, hot and insistent. He seemed to grow harder at her touch, and somehow even bigger. She wished she could see him, for her curious mind wished to know every inch of this appendage that was so mysterious to her.

“Your cock,” she said, echoing the word he had just used, “feels so large. How will you ever fit inside of me?”

He inhaled sharply, his hips thrusting as his fingers tightened into her arms.

“Oh, God, what have you done to me?” he panted. “You have stolen my heart, my senses. Oh, just like that. Wait, wait…”

He pulled away, her hand falling limp between them, as he hurriedly fastened his breeches.

“Why?”

“I will not last. I will spill my seed and I have no wish to. Will you lie down, Elizabeth?”

He gestured to the chaise, and Lizzy moved in a daze. She held her hand out to him, begging him to sit beside her. He did so, and once more their lips crashed together as he pushed her back onto the chaise, fitting himself perfectly between her legs. His hardness brushed against her aching…what had he called it? Her cunt?

She moved her hips, searching for some relief to the ache that had consumed her. She was sure she would die if it did not end, and she knew only that Fitzwilliam was all she wanted in this moment.

“I love you, Elizabeth,” he whispered against her neck, thrusting in return. “Before long, I shall make you my wife. I am yours, always yours.”

She wrapped her legs around his waist, tugging him closer. She ground herself shamelessly against him, the ache subsiding as she felt liquid pleasure course through her body.

“Oh,” she moaned breathlessly, “I feel…”

“Come for me, my sweet Elizabeth. I…”

He pulled away, and she whimpered with the loss of him. Her disappointment lasted only for a moment, as he lowered himself on the chaise and settled between her legs. He gazed up at her, his eyes striking even in the dim lamplight, as he raised her nightgown. She could not help but stare, every instinct in her screaming to press his perfect mouth to where she craved it the most. She had never heard of such an act, and did not know if it was possible, but she wanted it all the same.

“May I kiss you, Lizzy?”

“There?”

“Yes.”

“Please. Please, I need…I cannot…”

Before she could finish, he had gathered the fabric of her nightgown by her hips, and his mouth was upon her. She squeezed her eyes shut, the sensations coursing through her so overwhelming her toes curled and helpless whimpers were pulled from her without her consent. He swirled his tongue over that sensitive little bud she had felt in her own nighttime wanderings, and she saw stars.

He pulled away for a moment.

“Hush, Lizzy. I will have all your sweet noises when we are married, but you must be silent. Can you do that for me?”

She nodded, and her back bowed as he resumed his ministrations between her thighs. Each swipe of his tongue drove her higher, her fingers clawing the chaise beneath her to try and ground her. She felt as though she were flying and falling all at once, and then…

The tension building within her snapped, her body aflame as sharp pleasure consumed her. She panted, her hands reaching for Fitzwilliam as his tongue upon her sensitive flesh became too much to bear.

He looked up at her with heavy, lust filled eyes. He looked utterly dishevelled, his mouth gleaming sinfully, and she had never been more in love with him than in that moment. He was panting too, and he rested his head upon her stomach.

“Forgive me.”

“Forgive you?” Lizzy asked breathlessly. “No, no more of that. I love you. May I touch you again?”

“We have lingered too long. I fear we will be discovered. Your whimpers were growing increasingly loud, my love.”

She laughed, though she knew at once even that innocent sound was far too loud at this time of night. She pressed her hand to her mouth, her elated giggles still seeping through. Fitzwilliam smiled up at her fondly, pressing a kiss to the soft skin of her stomach, before pulling her nightgown down and standing up. She could see that his own problem still persisted, and she reached for him. He turned away, gently taking her wrist and setting her arm back down beside her.

“No, my love. I am quite well. You must return to bed before anyone stirs.”

“I do not want to leave you,” she whispered, sitting up and rearranging her skirts. “I know that I must, but I do not want to. Promise me, once we are married, I will never spend a night alone in our bed.”

“You would share your bed with me?”

“I would share everything with you.”