Lord! Well I didn't expect such a response about the so-called 'cliffhanger'!

I'm sorry for those that were disappointed by it and found such techniques overrated; I genuinely hadn't thought of it in such terms. I left it there because a) the chapter was already as long as the others and as you will see, there was far more to go, and b) because I simply didn't know where it was going to go next. It took me two days to write that, and I thought you'd rather have it, hanger or not, than wait for another two! However, I have blitzed my little bum off today (apologies for any mistakes) trying to get the next one written for you wonderful people, and I hope it ends any trauma I inadvertently caused.

I really, REALLY enjoy all your reviews, especially those who give me a clue as to what they'd like to see next - this has a lot more Darcy POV in it (I think) and once all this repression and sexual tension is out the way, I fully plan on letting them get to know each other a lot more.

Please keep reviewing, it honestly makes me write and update faster (as you can see!).

I hope this gives you everything you asked for. If you're one of those fragile little souls who prefers love over lust... look away now.

Will took the stairs two at a time. In truth, he needed the drink and the break. His heart was in his throat and his hard on was giving him hell. It had taken all his strength to not come in that room already, her breasts in his face and her moans in his ears.

He walked quick as he possibly could to the drinks cabinet in his library, and poured a scotch. Downing that, he took some ice from the mini freezer and fixed another on the rocks. The spirit burned his throat and his head span – perhaps wine and whisky hadn't been the best mix. He tried to control his breathing, his body, anything, before heading back upstairs to Elizabeth.

Elizabeth… She was amazing. He was amazing with her. He couldn't believe he'd gone so far as he had, making all his dreams of the last 48 hours into a reality. He couldn't wait to go back up and finish what he'd started – if he could hold out that long. The sight of Elizabeth, begging him for more would send him over the edge. How quickly roles were reversed, he thought, as his mind cast back to her straddling him in the club, empowered and commanding as he quivered beneath her. Feeling steadier, he walked back to the hall, passing her bag abandoned by the door. He picked it up and carried it back upstairs with his drink and into his room.

She looked up as he entered and he almost stumbled at the vision before him – those few minutes respite had done very little indeed when it came down to seeing her again like this. He put her bag down by the door and stalked toward her.

"Drink?"

"Yes please, Mr. Darcy."

He chuckled, and with a finger under her chin he lifted the glass to her lips and tipped. She bobbed her head to increase the pour, and the scotch spilled from her mouth and down her chin. As she swallowed the mouthful she'd got, Will watched the scotch's course, mesmerised, recalling the peach juice that had similarly gone before.

"Oops" she whispered.

He bent to eagerly kiss the drips making their way down her collarbone, and she moaned longingly at the touch of his lips.

"That feels so good, Mr. Darcy." She said, his lips moving up. "Fuck, your mouth makes me so wet…" Will groaned himself "…I can only imagine what you can do with that big, hard cock of yours."

The blood rushed from his head and into his crotch. It was no use: he would have to undo his zipper just to release the painful pressure her words were creating.

"I want your cock, Mr. Darcy. Yours and only yours." She continued, as he unzipped, and urgently continued his lip's advance up her neck, his hands finding her breasts again.

"I want to taste you. I want to feel your cock pulse in my mouth. I want to choke on its size and swallow every spurt of cum you have, Mr. Darcy."

He almost came there and then. The image of her with her beautiful lips round his hard on had him forgetting everything he'd wanted, vowed, to do to her – and he suddenly realised such was her plan all along.

"Wench" he growled, and she smirked. "We had a promise. Don't think you can distract me."

"I already have." Her eyes gleamed. "So hear this: I can end this right now if I choose, or I can use my favour to get me untied. Either way, I'm getting out of these ropes. You want me as much as I want you, and if you release me now... I promise, I'll suck you off like you've never known before."

He looked in her deep dark eyes and gulped. There was no way he could refuse.

"One condition" he rasped.

"Go on." She replied, intrigued, glad to be winning some of their round at last.

Darcy moved to stand body to body with her, skin against skin, and kissed her forcefully. At once, she felt his fingers slide slowly across her wet lips, lazily fondling the folds of her cunt. She tried to gasp against him, but his mouth was insistent. Having him finally touch her after the achingly long wait sent her head spinning, her body reeling.

"I can't let this go to waste." He murmured. "God Elizabeth, you're so soft."

With that, he slammed his fingers into her in one swift motion, and she cried out against his mouth. Before she could regain her breath, he pulled out and thrust in again, the palm of his hand kneading against her clit. He pushed onwards, mouth and hand moving together, and her head whirled as she gasped for air. She opened her eyes as his other hand assaulted her nipples once more, pinching hard as black spots filled her vision and the rush between her legs built and took over her body. He released her mouth as she came, gasping, holding her as she orgasmed round his fingers and her legs slumped.

Will held her up against him and removed his fingers. Doing that to her had been the most gratifying sexual experience he'd ever had. Elizabeth was glorious, and he couldn't help but press a kiss to her sweat-soaked brow. Arm around her waist, his other began to untie the binding that kept hers in place, and slowly her arms slackened and came round his shoulders.

"You alright sweetheart?"

She giggled in the most endearing way.

"More than alright, but yes."

She looked up at him and beamed.

"You are rather good at that, Mr. Darcy."

"You weren't too bad yourself."

He smiled, impossibly happy at their current predicament.

"Are you okay if I untie the rest?"

She nodded and he bent to do so. Her hands rested on his bare back, steadying herself as he worked, and she was finally free. He stood up, his arms automatically winding round her, a hand finding her arse and squeezing. He groaned in delight, and her own hands slid down his chest and hovered around the waistline of his trousers.

"Now, where were we Mr. Darcy?"

His trousers were round his ankles before he could respond, and she was lifting his feet out of them. His hard on was more than evident through the trunks, and the greedy smile on her face set it straining towards her. He watched her stand, his eyes tracing over her red raised nipples, and waited for her next move with impatience.

"Against the wall if you please, Mr Darcy. "

He did as she asked and backed up to the wall where she'd previously stood. She cupped his face in her hands and kissed him deeply, before letting her fingers find the last piece of clothing between them. She slid the trunks over his cock, which jerked up as she bent first her breasts and then her face near it, and he stepped out of them. Rather than rising again, she knelt, staring at him boldly. His cock bobbed again when her eyebrows rose, and she looked up at him.

"Do you know I have a print of you on my wall at home?"

Her abrupt unrelated question took him aback. His job meant that almost everyone in each corner of the globe had seen him, over and over in every way possible. It had never seemed important to him before, but to know this woman must have seen him and known him for so long was overwhelmingly gratifying.

"No I did not."

"It's the Mert and Marcus one."

He knew it instantly of course – it was one of his most famous photos. The photographers had approached him and asked if he would pose, and he'd obviously jumped at the chance.

"I always called it the God portrait," she continued, "and I used to spend forever trying to make out anything in the shadows…"

Darcy chuckled. He called it the crucifixion himself – he was in black and white with a thin strip of orange across his eyes, his legs together, his arms outstretched and head up, completely nude with only shadow and shade to hide his modesty.

"Anyway, my point is… let's just say you hid this well, Darcy and I don't know how."

He grinned, and she returned her eyes to his erection. Her hands began roaming his legs, slowly wending their way up his thighs, nails caressing the skin as she went. She pressed a lingering kiss on his hipbone, and proceeded to kiss down the juncture of his thigh. His cock throbbed visibly, knowing her mouth grew ever closer. She stopped, eyes closed, then slowly brushed her smooth cheekbone over his swollen head. His soft skin on hers was pure torture when he longed for so much more, but the picture was too perfect to ruin. Eyes closed and mouth open, she let his cock glide over her face, delighting in it almost as much as he. Then, as it brushed her lips, she reached her tongue out and licked his head. The wet warmth was sensational; usually not one for foreplay when blowjobs were concerned, he now watched Elizabeth and revelled in every tormenting touch. She smiled, wicked and willing, and his balls clenched as her hand found them, nudging his thighs gently apart. She caressed and teased, pulling and fondled them, then took him wholly in her mouth.

She was hot against his flesh, her lips branding him as she began to move up and down. His senses were in overdrive, engulfed in all he could feel and all he could see. Her tits bounced with her back and forth as one hand stroked his balls and the other held his thigh, and those long dark lashes lay heavy on her cheek as she moaned around his cock. He had no clue what she was doing with her mouth but fuck it felt phenomenal. Every muscle in him tensed, with every taut fibre centred on his groin and what she was doing. He grabbed onto the bar above his head as she gained pace, and he blinked and breathed back the oncoming orgasm. Somehow she kept him teetering on the edge as she swirled and sucked, her impertinent little mouth devouring his cock again and again. His head hit the back of her throat and he felt it close around him, swallowing him down and still further. He'd never had a woman take all of him in her mouth – he'd always been too big for that – and with Elizabeth now deep-throating him, he couldn't hold back any longer.

He buried his hands in her hair, grabbed hold and began thrusting into her mouth harder and faster. He forced himself to look at her, big tits shaking and brown watery eyes looking up at him as his cock filled her face. His balls constricted, he felt the surge and calling her name, shot into her mouth, powerful and draining, as she swallowed it all. He could hear the blood pounding in his head as he emptied himself, hands still sunk in her hair. As the shudders subsided, he finally let go, stroking her hair before sliding to the floor in front of her.

"Holy fuck." He breathed, trying to force feeling back into the rest of his body.

She grinned at him impishly, as if she'd simply done something naughty.

"You weren't lying."

"No, that time I wasn't. Are you okay?"

"I will be in a sec. Where's that scotch of mine?"

She laughed and rose, grabbing it from the cabinet at the side. Sitting back on the carpet between his outstretched legs, she took a sip and handed it over.

"You know that's going to take me a while to get over right?"

"Oh yeah, don't worry, I know. I think you're the first who hasn't just passed out straight after." Her teeth flashed at him, and he couldn't help the jealousy that reared up for whoever had, literally, come before him. "But I was thinking I could use some sustenance. It's been–" she looked up at the clock on his wall "seven hours since we ate, and I need the energy."

At the mention of food, his stomach seemed to remember itself and growled as if on cue. She winked and stood, holding a hand out to him as he got to his feet. He walked past her and grabbed the shirt he'd abandoned earlier. Going to put it on, he found it removed from his hands and replaced with his Calvin Kleins.

"This" she held up the shirt "is mine. Those are yours."

She put on the too-large shirt and fastened a few buttons, and he pulled on his designated uniform as she headed out the door.

"So, what have you got to eat in this palace?" she called as she walked down the stairs, shirt skimming her arse cheeks delightfully.

"Good question..." he replied, following in her trail like the lost man he was.

When Darcy returned from the library, two scotches in hand, he found the meagre contents of his kitchen on the counter.

"So what exactly is the naiad cooking tonight?"

Lizzy peered round the fridge door, brows furrowed.

"Naiad?"

"Water nymph" he said, handing her the drink "seemed appropriate given how wet you got today." His smug smile gave away the innuendo and she shook her head.

"Well you have, what we call in the profession, fuck all in your fridge. Do you actually live here?"

"On and off. I don't often know where I'll be going next so I tend not to stock up on anything."

Lizzy pondered that.

"You travel a lot then?"

"Pretty much. I don't always have to, but I love seeing new countries and there's nothing keeping me here. My sister's at university most of the year and it's just the two of us."

"It must be a weird and wonderful lifestyle you lead."

"It is, I'm very lucky. But it can get pretty boring and lonely… it involves a lot of airports and plane food."

Lizzy laughed; she liked him like this. Granted, it was partly because he was wearing nothing but a sinful pair of pants, had a body to die for and had recently made her come like no one else… but he was also so relaxed, endearing and, dare she say it, normal. She imagined it was a rare glimpse many others weren't privy to.

"Which brings us nicely back to the point in hand. I'm afraid not even I can whip something out of this pathetic pile of ingredients. Nachos it is."

Darcy laughed as she ripped open a packet of Doritos and began searching through his cupboards for a dish.

"Can I help?"

"Judging by how untouched this incredible kitchen is, doubtful."

"Try me?"

"Well have you got a ceramic oven dish or anything?" she asked, bending down to have a look in the lower cupboards.

When he didn't answer, and she grinned.

"Exactly as I sus-"

She didn't finish her sentence as a pair of hands snaked over her arse and hips. In her search, her state of undress had slipped her mind and must have afforded him the perfect, intimate view. He pressed into her arse, and she could feel his cock swell against her. His hand ran up her thigh, and caressed her cheek, stroking and fondling the flesh. He gave her a spank, the sound sharp in the large room. She rose slowly and turned to find him leaning over her, dark and dangerous once more. Those big hands grasped her waist and lifted her easily to sit on his counter. He pushed her legs apart and stepped between.

"You smell divine. Like sex and sweat and sweetness." He said, pulling her towards the edge and into his erection, now advantageously level with her.

He kissed her, his tongue moving against hers slow and yearning, and his thumb found her clit with expert precision.

"Wait-" she found herself saying despite all her wishes. He stopped, looking at her with heavy-lidded eyes.

"Two things." She began. "One, I'm on the pill. I hate condoms with a passion – but we're using one if you're not cert-"

"I know I'm clean and healthy, don't worry."

"You're sure?"

"Oh yeah. I can hardly press the importance of staying safe with my sister without regularly getting checked myself."

She kissed him lightly on the lips.

"Good on you. Me too should you care to know."

"Always – and the second? Because I swear to god Elizabeth, if we don't have sex soon I may actually rupture something."

She laughed, the sound tumbling from the back of her throat.

"Noted. The second… the second is a rule I have which you should know right now." He nodded, waiting for her to continue. "We can fuck, we can play and we can have the best night of our lives." He smiled. "Afterwards, we can leave it at that or we can make this a thing, whatever you fancy." The smile grew. "But I am staying the night here and I will expect breakfast and a pleasant hello in the morning. I am not someone who will be treated like a stranger or a dirty one-night stand. Quickies – fine. Booty calls – hell yes. But no sneaky disappearances or pushing me out the door: treat me like a friend. If we can shag like adults we can certainly act like them – especially since, given Jane and Charles, we'll inevitably meet again whether we like it or not. Deal?"

Will shouldn't have been surprised she'd have the mettle to make such a speech, but with his hard on brushing her clit, she had absurd timing. However, he loved that she had and he could do naught but agree wholeheartedly. Regardless of what went on between them physically, he could never treat Elizabeth so crassly. She deserved better and he wanted to give it to her.

"Absolutely. Though breakfast is a pretty tall order given what you've seen of my kitchen."

"You make a valid point." She said, unbuttoning the shirt she wore. "Anything you want to add whilst we're here?"

Will thought for a moment and decided if she could be blunt, he could too.

"Yes. Two, in fact. One, I don't want this to be a one nighter. Frankly, people who are this good at making each other come shouldn't limit their encounters. I want to fuck you whenever and wherever you're willing."

She couldn't help chuckling. "And?"

"And… whenever and wherever this wonder should occur, you have to cook any sustenance required."

She burst into laughter at this.

"Trust me, there's a reason I don't go near this kitchen. It would be better for us both." He finished, laughing with her. "Do we have a deal?"

"Yes, we have a deal." He beamed at her, and tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear.

"And Darcy?" she said, pulling the shirt from her shoulders.

"Yes?"

"Fuck me – now."

Will needed no more convincing. His thumb started its motions once more on her clit and his tongue found hers as the frenzy began. She pulled at his pants, yanking them off as he stroked down her folds, feeling the ready wetness against him. She grabbed his erection, tugging him hard, but he quickly pulled her hand away. Holding himself instead, he wasted no time and placed his cock against her willing, wet cunt. His hand held the back of her neck, bringing her head to face his, and as their eyes locked he thrust into her with every ounce of his being.

Lizzy screamed out an obscenity and clutched at the cupboard behind her head as she adjusted to him. Darcy was an incredibly big man and he filled and stretched her more than she'd expected. His cock was almost painfully large, but she relished it – she'd always wanted to experience a big dick spreading her lips and straining her cunt, and she was determined to take it all. He began thrusting; filling her achingly again as her legs clutched him and her hand gripped the countertop to steady herself. His hands left her waist and without missing a beat, he began squeezing at her already abused tits. God she loved seeing them in his large hands, loved seeing her nipples poke temptingly out at him. He leaned forward and suckled at one, the pink teat pulled more erect in his mouth, and she moaned loudly.

She couldn't focus on all the sensations he created at once; the pain of his teeth and his thrusts and the absolute pleasure that mounted and soared as he rammed into her. She clenched round his cock and Darcy groaned in response, squeezing tighter and tighter on her breasts. She did it again, and he bit into her neck, making her retaliate the pain with her nails on his back. His hand wandered back to her clit and rubbed as his onslaught barrelled on. Lizzy saw stars as her head fell back and his other hand twisted her nipples. As she felt herself burst, she clenched hard, willing him on as her screams of "Darcy" echoed in the kitchen. He roared against her, his cock pounded and pulsed, and she felt his cum spew inside her, interminable and intense as he collapsed upon her.

With her breathing ragged and rough, Lizzy dragged air into her lungs as her head slowly drifted back to earth. Looking down upon William Darcy's dark head of curls that laid on her breasts, she stroked his hair and grinned from ear to ear. She, Elizabeth Bennet, had just been well and truly fucked by the hottest man on earth – and with that thought in mind, she couldn't help but laugh in exultation.