Gentle Reader,

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(P.S., The formatting of this chapter was a NIGHTMARE, it kept coming out as one giant paragraph; my apologies to anyone who gets updates and got a bunch of emails, lol.)

Love,

RobinDesBois

Darcy walked across the room in two long strides and swept his wife off her feet. He carried her into the bedroom and threw her down on the bed, immediately landing on top of her. She reached up to wrap her arms around his neck, but he was quicker. Her hands were instantly pinned above her head, and he was pulling the strap of her nightgown down to expose her shoulder to his teeth. Lizzy gasped at the sound of the fabric tearing.

"Will! You're ripping it!" Lizzy tried to squirm away and save what was left of the nightgown. "I had this custom made in London!"

"I'll buy you another one. I'll buy you a hundred, and I'll rip them all off you," Darcy growled in her ear, then bit her neck. He used his free hand to hike her dress up over her waist and her leg over his hip, deeply satisfied with the gasp this elicited from his wife. He reached for the corseted center of her gown and ripped the sides apart, shredding the string but leaving the corset itself intact. He was pleased to discover it was a separate piece from the silk underneath. He sat up in the bed, tossed the corset to the floor, and removed his own shirt.

When Darcy returned to his position over his wife, one of his hands circling both her wrists, the other cradling one breast, he ducked his head to her remaining breast and began to suck her nipple through the thin silk still covering them. He expected the small amount of milk that escaped her, but he did not expect her cries of ecstasy as he ran her tongue over her, r did he anticipate the delight he would find in the taste of her milk.

"Lizzy," he moaned, reaching up to the collar of her nightgown and feeling for the small tear he had begun earlier. He found it and easily ripped the black silk down the middle, exposing her luscious body to his every touch.

"Please, William, I'm ready. Take me." What remained of his self control was lost in those words. The hand that wasn't holding her wrists in place found its way to his trousers and released him from the confinement of the increasingly tight fabric.

"Elizabeth, I'm going to bury myself so deeply in you that I don't know where I stop and you begin." Lizzy gasped with pleasure as he thrust into her.

It had been Darcy's intention to make love to his wife slowly, gently, reestablishing the intimacy the had started with, before exploring the new, more adventurous natures they had discovered almost a year before.

His intentions very much went the way of the custom ordered nightgown.