Chapter 1.28 #3
Later, the Darcys were among the first guests to leave.
A moment after the carriage moved, Elizabeth began to chat about the ball, but she was silenced as her husband’s arms entrapped her and his lips captured hers.
Fortunately, the ride was brief. They entered the house quickly, and Darcy briefly spotted another carriage near the entrance to the park.
It was certainly a different one than the previous evening, so he immediately took his mind from it, imagining it was a couple indulging in some illicit affair and seeking privacy.
Darcy dismissed Molly and Stevens, then the heavy doors closed, happily allowing Mr and Mrs Darcy full privacy in the silence and comfort of their apartment.
Elizabeth waited, somehow uneasy, as her husband did nothing but stare at her as they stood in the middle of the room. The fire burned steadily, and there were two candles on the table by the window and another two at the fireplace.
“Will you help me undress?” she asked, her lips and eyes smiling at him.
“Not yet…” His voice was hoarse, and his gaze dark. He took one more step then cupped her face and tasted her lips for an instant.
“Elizabeth, I want to do something that you might find disturbing… It has tormented me this entire night, and I could only think of the moment we would finally be alone…”
She struggled to gulp and to breathe, her heart beating wildly. “What is it?”
“I want to love you just as we are now—just as you are now—this very moment…”
Her eyes widened in miscomprehension. “You mean dressed like this?”
He started to kiss her face, his lips tantalising her skin and gently biting her earlobe.
“Dressed like this—just as I admired you and yearned for you every moment of the last hours.” His lips brushed over hers. “Would you, my love?”
“Would I what?” She struggled to understand, breathless and already burning inside.
“Would you allow me to love you this way?”
He gently pushed her against the wall, and her arms encircled his neck. She still did not understand what he meant but soon ceased to wonder as she abandoned herself to him.
“I would ‘allow’ you to love me any way you want.” She daringly spoke her heart.
Astonished and overwhelmed by impatient kisses, she felt trapped between the cold wall and her husband’s warm passion, and hers soon was aroused just as strongly.
He caressed her, supported her, revealed her, and possessed her with such powerful desire, eagerness, and thirst that her remaining senses were only connected to him.
Sometime later, she felt herself lifted in haste and placed on the small dressing table.
He pulled her legs around him as her beautiful dress was gathered around her thighs and pulled down from her shoulders.
His kisses covered her face, her neck, and her shoulders while his hands explored the unrevealed parts of her burning body.
His thrusts inside her grew more intense, and she tried to stifle her cry of delight by biting the warm, sweaty skin of his neck.
He turned his head so that his mouth captured hers at the precise moment of complete fulfilment of their bodies, which shuddered in relief.
When Elizabeth was eventually able to think properly, her eyes were still closed, and she refused to even imagine the position in which they were lying.
She heard her husband whisper something. His voice was tender, sweet, and gentle, but she could not understand the words. Her legs were still entwined around him, her hands around his neck.
His coat and vest had been removed, and his shirt was half-open. His arms closed around her, and she felt herself carried and laid on the bed.
She kept her eyes closed while he gently undressed her completely, his lips tasting her uncovered skin.
Then his fingers removed the pins, freeing her heavy, dark tresses.
Only when there was no fabric between them did he lie beside her—their warm bodies touching and embracing in silence—and put the bed sheets over them.
“I should take off the jewels, too,” she whispered.
“No. I love the green reflection of the stones on your skin.”
“This dress must be completely ruined. Such a pity, I liked it so much. It fit me perfectly.”
“You should ask for it to be cleaned and keep it. But I would like you never to wear it again in public.”
His lips brushed over her ear while he spoke the wonder that was troubling her too.
“Elizabeth, how is it possible that I feel I just cannot have enough of you?”
“I do not know… When you have the answer, please help me understand too…”
“I promise…” His gentle yet daring caresses increased, and he spoke through repeated kisses. “Mrs Darcy, since you so kindly allowed my outrageous earlier request, is there some way to repay you?”
She moaned when their lips finally met.
“You seem quite proficient at guessing my mind lately, sir…so I would just trust your well known generosity.”
“A very wise decision, I would say,” he answered, and those were the last coherent words as he did everything in his power to prove himself worthy of her trust.