Page 58 of Saved By Mr. Darcy
Elizabeth raised a hand from her lap, reaching for him. He moved closer to her, looming over her as she began her exploration of his body with a gentle, curious touch to his stomach. The sudden sensation of her skin against his made him shudder.
“Are you ticklish, Mr Darcy?” she teased, repeating the motion that had elicited such a reaction.
“No.”
She smiled up at him wickedly. Elizabeth resumed her work at once, her hand splayed wide as she ran her hand up his torso. He felt each touch like a flame, his hands clenched into fists by his side as his arousal grew. When her fingers began to trail down again, he inhaled sharply. She did not stop in her exploration until she brushed over the hair beneath his stomach.
“God,” he bit out. “Touch me, please.”
She traced her fingers lower, lazily trailing down to the hard length of his cock. He felt his stomach muscles tense at the touch, watching in disbelief that the goddess below him explored his unworthy body.
“Lie with me,” she murmured.
With one swift movement, he leant down and swept her up into his arms. She let out a delighted squeal as he climbed onto the bed, gently placing her on the bed. She laughed with delight,her legs parting as he came to rest between them. Skin met skin, her uninjured leg resting on top of his. He was careful to give her other leg the space it required, lest he jolt it and cause her harm.
He traced the length of her body with the tips of his fingers, delighting in each shudder and rise of her flesh. He wished to map her entirely, to know all of the places that would bring her the greatest pleasure.
He moved to lie beside her. A firm hand on her waist turned her towards him, and their lips collided once more. They kissed with a renewed fervour, his hands roaming. She seemed to be made for him, her body fitting perfectly to his. When he raised his hand to her breast, he found that his palm melded to its shape perfectly. She gasped, pushing into his touch.
Darcy pulled away from the kiss, his lips drifting from her mouth to her jaw. He wanted to kiss every inch of her. Each breathy gasp was a prize, each moan falling from her, a treasure. He pressed a kiss to the juncture of her neck, daring to nip the skin with his teeth. His tongue soothed the sting of pain immediately after, rewarding him with a pleasured “oh!” that went straight to his aching cock.
He moved lower, tracing a path with heated kisses from her neck to collar bone, marking each place ashis. When he reached those perfect breasts, he laved his tongue over her nipple.
“Fitzwilliam!” she cried out in surprise, her fingers pulling at his hair.
He did not move, taking the dusky peak into his mouth and sucking gently. She moaned, her body arching towards him, seeking out his touch. He held her still, one hand splayed on her ribcage, as he focused his attentions on her sensitive flesh.
His path continued as he released her with a final kiss, making his way lower. She smelled like lavender, and he knew he would grow her a whole damn field of the stuff if she asked himto. The scent of it mixed with what was simply Elizabeth was intoxicating.
He kissed over her smooth, slender stomach and down to where he so longed to be. Dark hair was scattered over her, leading to the pretty pink of her womanhood. He kissed his way there, pressing a kiss to her centre.
“Oh!” she cried, her body stiffening beneath his touch. “Oh, my…”
He looked up at her from his place between her thighs. She stared down at him, her chest heaving.
“May I?”
She nodded, her fingers curling against the bed sheets as she watched him with anticipation.
He surged forward and licked a hot stripe up the length of her. The taste of her was nectar, the cries falling from her lips as he caressed her flesh with his tongue at the sweetest music he had ever heard. His hand strayed from her thigh, searching for her. Her fingers brushed against his, and he entwined their hands as he continued his most pleasant task between her thighs. He stayed in that paradise until he felt her body stiffen, her thighs trembling against him as she cried out her release.
Eager fingers pawed at his shoulders, hauling him back up to her. His body covered hers, his hardness pressing against where she was wet and eager for him. She pulled him to her, crushing her lips against his. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her breath escaping in little puffs against his heated skin.
“What have you done to me?” she whispered against his lips. “I have never known such a feeling! And now?”
“If you are ready, I would take you as my wife.”
“I have heard it will only hurt the first time. If it feels anything likethat, I should not want to wait a moment longer. Make me yours.”
“I have always been yours,” he whispered against her heated skin. “You own me, my dearest, loveliest Elizabeth. I love you.”
“I love you.”
He took himself in hand, his breath hitching as the sensitive head grazed against the wet heat of her. She gasped, grasping his shoulders as he sank inside her inch by torturous inch. He moved slowly, watching her face as they joined. She gazed back, desire darkening her eyes. When he was fully inside her, he stilled.
“A moment,” Elizabeth whispered. “That is all I need.”
“Are you hurt?”
