Page 34 of Desired By Mr Darcy
“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.”
