Page 33 of Fitzwilliam Darcy Undone
“Will you marry me, dearest Elizabeth?” he asked once again and barely stopped himself from swooping down to kiss her when her mouth parted to answer.
“In such cases as this, it is, I believe, the established mode to express a sense of obligation for the sentiments avowed. It is natural that obligation should be felt...” she tilted her hips so he’d push deeper. “...and if I couldfeelgratitude, I would now thank you.”
“You would, would you?”
“Most heartily and with great repetition.”
“Once again, Miss Bennet, I would not suspend any pleasure of yours.” He partially withdrew before sheathing himself again, relishing her exquisite gasp. “And this is all the reply which I am to have the honor of expecting?” he growled before sliding his hand toward the apex of her thighs where he found her hidden gem. With one, slow tormenting swipe, he purred, “I await your answer, Miss Elizabeth.”
A whimper tore from her throat before she cried out, “Yes! A thousand times yes.”
Thank God. The lighthearted mood they now enjoyed evaporated as he dedicated himself to bringing Elizabeth untold raptures. While he was no practiced seducer, hedidknow how to pleasure a woman and not just pound at her body seeking his own pleasure.
He kissed her hard, a mesh of lips, teeth and tongues. He couldn’t get enough of her and while still stroking her tiny nub he took her breast in his mouth and with each thrust of his hips, each slide of his fingers, each lover’s bite on the soft underside of her breasts, he staked his claim. He shifted over her and captured her mouth. As they reached the pinnacle, he said against her willing lips, “You aremine, Elizabeth. Always.”
Darkness had enveloped the room when he finally stirred. Elizabeth still lay curled against him, her head nuzzled upon his chest, one small hand laid trustingly across his heart. Although he’d shown her the intimate side of love, she remained a picture of innocence. With slow, steady movements, he eased himself from her side and slid on his robe. He moved to the adjoining room and cleansed all evidence of their lovemaking, wincing slightly at the sight of Elizabeth’s blood. He then sought out Richard with his senses. It had come to him, prior to fully awakening, that Elizabeth had transported into his room in spite of it being heavily warded. Such feats of magic simply were not possible, yet, once again she defied everything he knew.
Where have you been?
The angry thoughts of Richard came through loud and clear.
I am in London.
Memories of him and Elizabeth caused him to harden once again. Would he ever tire of her? He thought not.
Do you know I have been trying to reach you for nigh unto five hours? I have news of Wickham.
If Richard’s anger was not enough to squelch his desire, the very mention of Wickham finished the job.
Has he finally run up enough debts that he needs to leave Meryton?
Not yet, however, that’s not what I wished to discuss.
Very well, but be brief, I have a favor to ask of you.
More than trailing after Wickham like a lost lover?
Yes. What did you want to tell me?
There was a pause, as though Richard was not alone and conversing with another person. Something both cousins were familiar with and it didn’t send Darcy into alarm.
He’s been spending an inordinate amount of time near St. Albans.
Do you think he found religion?
Another long pause met his query. Although a cough or snort would not come through his thoughts, Darcy knew his cousin would have at least guffawed at that and was now trying to explain to whomever he was with why he had an outburst.
He’s found a circle of standing stones and knowing his perversions, I have to assume he practicing his dark arts by the light of the moon. He has something planned, I’m not sure what.
That is unsettling.
Enough of Wickham, why did you finally reach out to me?
I have... well, it’s a delicate matter.
Oh, ho ho. Do you need me to run interference with Miss Bingley so you can escape unscathed?
No, but I do need your utmost discretion.
