Chapter 1.12 #2
His lips left the sweetness of her mouth and started a maddening exploration of her body, following his hands which did not stop until they reached the perfect roundness of her breasts.
The exquisite pleasure of touching her unrestrainedly for the first time made him groan.
Her soft cries of surprise and moans of pleasure, her body arching towards him in a plea for more gratified him.
Hungry, greedily, he cupped the softness in his palms, his fingers tracing tantalising circles around the pink centres, which hardened under his touch.
His lips followed along her neck, savouring the taste of her skin until they joined his hands on the sweet softness of her breasts, placing a trail of warm kisses, then closing upon the hardened nipples.
Her moans grew louder and her body shivered violently beneath him, her fingers tightly entwined in his hair as the pleasure overwhelmed her.
The sensation of seeing her enjoyment was more gratifying than he had ever experienced.
She whispered his name while her body was moving of its own accord under his eager caresses, surrendering to his hunger.
He wanted to taste every part of her body, to enjoy the flavour that he had dreamed of so many times.
With gentle determination, his hand lowered to her thighs and rested upon them.
He felt her body tensing — as she was a stranger to such caresses.
This was different from their previous stolen moments of intimacy, with thick clothes covering them; it was time for more — much more.
His fingers glided between her thighs, tenderly overcoming her resistance of shame, drawing all her senses to the place that was aching for his touch.
He kissed her lips that already missed his, their tongues sensually trying to dominate each other.
His fingers further explored the warmth between her legs then cradled the only part of her body he had not yet conquered.
Torn between the passionate kiss and the maddening waves of pleasure that were sweeping through her body, her legs instinctively gripped his hand and a cry escaped from her captive lips.
His caresses continued, leaving her wanting to fulfil the deep, strong need inside her, and every time the pleasure became unbearable, he gave her more.
His lips left her mouth and for a moment she felt she could breathe, but his kisses resumed the journey at her breasts once more, and then explored lower, savouring what had not been tasted yet.
His mouth pressed against her inner thighs and his tongue tasted her skin next to his fingers.
Her mind incredulous and clouded by desire refused to believe the pleasure he was giving her.
Her body quivered violently, exhausted by the sensations she had already felt and eager with anticipation for what might come.
But anticipation meant nothing compared with the shock of his soft, moist lips on the core of her body, and for the torturous rapture that followed, lasting an eternity and throwing her into a storm of fire and ice.
All was dark around her and only his tender voice whispering in her ear made her senses return. “My love…?”
She felt his warm strength covering her and the heat of his body burning her. She opened her heavy eyelids, trying to breathe, to think, to understand, to speak.
“Are you well?” he asked, and she nodded.
“I am lost…to you…completely. If you knew what I feel…the pleasure…” she murmured, touching his face.
“What you feel cannot be more powerful than what I do, and your pleasure is mine, too.” He covered her with more kisses, while she tried to breathe.
“I want to touch you, too,” she begged, barely able to speak.
He paused, looking at her, his thumb brushing over her swollen lips.
“Later, my love, I am begging you, later!” he promised, his gaze darkening even more. She knew the moment she had dreamed of many times had come and her mind, her heart and her body opened for him, while her eyes closed again.
“Elizabeth, will you not open your eyes for me? Please? I want to watch you become my wife,” he pleaded.
She wished to watch him too, but embarrassment restrained her. However, it would not make her refuse him, so her eyes opened to meet his.
His hand lifted to her face, caressing her with heart-melting tenderness. His eyes spoke of his ardent love while his lips smiled adoringly.
“You know it will be painful at first,” he said.
She nodded, her eyes never leaving his. She felt his hand gently brushing her thighs, then his hardness pressing against her core.
She moaned, a sense of happy anticipation and slight fear making her heart race.
Powerful, possessive, patient, tender and gentle, he broke the final barrier that kept them apart, confirming their complete union.
She gasped in surprise, pain and delight, still holding his gaze.
His hands grabbed hers, their fingers entwined in a tight grip.
He kissed her passionately, crushing another cry while with a stronger thrust he entered her more deeply.
Her body arched and tensed from the pain — sharper than she had expected — and he paused again, breaking the kiss and locking their eyes again.
“My beloved wife, you are completely mine now. Just as I am entirely yours,” he moaned, holding himself still, trying to breathe steadily.
He was filling her with his burning heat and powerful passion, pulsing inside her. It was painful, her body felt split apart, but the happiness of becoming his wife soothed any discomfort.
“I feel you inside me, husband,” she whispered.
“Am I hurting you? Tell me if you wish me to stop,” he asked with worry. She silently shook her head, smiling at him.
“Do not stop, please…I want to feel everything…”
He moved slowly, watching her closely. He could see the discomfort on her beautiful, furrowed face, mixed with a glimpse of delight that he had come to recognise, and he was torn between tenderness and passion.
The glorious feeling of being inside her, of taking her as his wife, was more than he had ever felt or imagined, stronger than even in his dreams. With a will of its own, his body urged him towards the long-awaited completion and he barely managed to control himself, slowing his movements, allowing her to become accustomed to him.
She tried to learn the rhythm of their shared love, moving tentatively with him, beneath him, in an intimate dance that lasted for a while.
Then his thrusts became faster, deeper, stronger and his deep moans burned her face.
His love overwhelmed her, enhanced by his possessiveness, her abandon, his tenderness, and their passion growing together, his hoarse groans combined with the soft cries from her swollen lips.
They lost track of time until they reached the long-desired moment of fulfilment. Shattering in release, he spread warm waves inside her trembling body, and everything else vanished around them…
For a while, only the sound of the fire broke the silence.
Tightly embraced, exhausted in their happiness, they lay next to each other, breathless, still incredulous about what they had shared.
She nestled in his arms and he kissed her hair, then her hands.
They remained thus, entwined bodies and souls in blissful felicity.
“I have dreamed of this so many times and now I can see how poor my imagination was…” he confessed.
“I never dreamed… I never imagined…” she whispered, breathlessly. “I believed I knew what ardent love meant, but I was so very wrong…”
“Now do you understand why I preferred not to spend our wedding night at Netherfield?” he teased her and she blushed.
“I do… I must learn not to doubt your decisions, Mr. Darcy,” she jested.
“Oh, but I am counting on you doubting and arguing with me, Mrs. Darcy. It will be my greatest pleasure to prove you wrong.”
She chuckled and stroked his naked torso, while her head rested upon his heart.
“I lied,” she admitted after a while, with a trace of glee in her voice. He tipped her chin to watch her face, puzzled.
“You lied?”
“Yes… I did dream of you…many times…after I saw you in the cottage…you know…”
“You dreamed of me naked?” he asked, amused and incredulous.
“Yes…I wondered…but…”
“Yes? You must speak the entire truth, Mrs. Darcy. You cannot keep secrets from your husband,” he insisted with false severity.
“You are much larger…and stronger than you looked that day…”
He was puzzled for a moment, then finally understood. He turned her onto her back, to give himself a full view of her sparkling eyes and laughing lips, and leaned over her again.
“When you first saw me in the cottage I was alone, cold and dirty, completely unaffected by any…disturbing presence. After you arrived, you looked so ill that my worry was stronger than my desire, so no improper thoughts aroused…my senses. So you cannot compare my appearance then with tonight, when every fibre of my body desires you. However, if we are to speak the complete truth…”
“Yes?” she asked through kisses and peals of laughter.
“When we rode on my horse, to the house, and I knew you were safe in my arms… The saddle became strangely too small and uncomfortable.”
Her cheeks were burning and her laughter increased.
“I did feel that, Mr. Darcy. And I wondered why a man worth ten thousand a year could afford several beautiful horses but not a more comfortable saddle. It was only later that I understood it was not the saddle but you starting to find me tolerable enough to tempt you.”
“I started long before…to find you tolerable enough to tempt me, Mrs. Darcy. However, I needed more time to realise that you were not only a temptation but the missing part of my life.”
“But would you have married me then, if my father had requested it?” she asked more seriously.
“Of course; I already admired and desired you with all my being. Only my mind opposed it, due to some ridiculous objections that I have since banished. But I am glad I was rejected since the acceptance was so much more rewarding. I was forced to examine myself and to make the right decisions. And then fight to win you.”
“You remember that there were some rumours about me trapping you in a compromising situation to force you to marry me? And you confronted Sir William about it at the ball?”
“Of course I do; I remember everything, my beautiful wife,” he said.
“I still have to thank you properly for your brave intervention,” she laughed. “Although…”
“Yes? Is there more?”
“If I had known what it meant to be your wife and what you would expect of me once we were married, I would have probably attempted to compromise you.”
He leaned over her and captured her lips in a passionate kiss that started as a joke but soon engaged them completely. The laughter turned into moans and his hands immediately ran over her body, while her legs encircled his waist and her breasts brushed over his torso.
“Elizabeth, wait…my love, please…” He paused and withdrew from her a little, while she watched him, puzzled, embarrassed, and breathless.
“We cannot…” he explained. “I mean — I can do and I wish to…but I know you are in pain and I do not want to hurt you. We should sleep and wait until tomorrow. We must be careful for a few days…”
“Oh…” was her only reply. He leaned back against the pillows and took her in his arms, both trying to regain their composure. Her hair was tickling his chest and she was still moving in his embrace, unaware of the delicious torment she was causing him.
“Are you worried for me?” she asked.
“Yes…”
“Thank you…but you have a debt to me, Mr. Darcy. The first one as a husband and wife.”
“A debt? What could that be?” he entered into her game, stroking her hair. She lifted her face to look at him.
“Earlier I asked you something and you said ‘later’. Not tomorrow or in a few days, but later.”
His puzzlement was now complete, while her smile grew. Slowly, her hand brushed over his bare chest, then glided along his ribs and rested on his hips.
“Is this ‘later’?” she asked, with a mischievous smile and glee in her eyes.
He was lost, defeated, charmed, powerless.
“It is, if you wish, Mrs. Darcy. I would by no means suspend any pleasure of yours.”
“Nor would I, Mr. Darcy,” she answered, her eyes locked with his while her hands, timid at first, then growing more daring, begin their exploration — a torture that the Master of Pemberley was forced to endure while practising the self-control he had once been so proud of.