Gentle reader,

A quick note to the person that left the negative review on the last chapter-I've been pretty blatantly foreshadowing the last chapter since chapter six. It is not my job to filter your reading material, it is yours. So I'm not sorry.

For those of you who liked it, I'm glad! I hope you enjoy this chapter, as well.

Love,

RobinDesBois

Without further hesitation, Darcy rotated them so she was looking up at him. He pulled his shirt up and over her head, tossing it on the floor without looking away from her eyes. She reached for the top hem of his pants, but he caught her hand, brought it to his lips, and told her to lie still and enjoy.

He turned her hand over and softly kissed the tip of each finger, her palm, and her wrist. He worked his way slowly up her arm, across her shoulder, and stopped at her neck. He wound his fingers into her beautiful brown tresses and gently pulled her head back to allow his mouth better access. He gently bit the soft skin there, ran his tongue over the same spot, then gently but firmly sucking until he was certain there was to be a mark there for several days. He moved up her jawline and took her lower lip between his teeth. She reached up and started to tangle her fingers in his black curls when he grabbed her wrists and pinned her down.

"Did I not tell you to lie back and sit still?" he growled in her ear.

"Yes, Mr. Darcy," she murmured, returning her hands to the bed.

"Obey me, Lizzy. Let me focus on your pleasure."

"If you wish it, Mr. Darcy."

Darcy worked his way back down her neck, across her collar bone, and licked the tip of one soft breast. While his hand gently played with the other, he sucked on one breast, delighted again by the small amount of milk she produced, as well as the way her back arched, offering him more of her. He swallowed and switched breasts, taking his time in a way he hadn't the previous evening. He kissed his way between her breasts, down her stomach, then traced the crease between her thigh and her sex with his tongue.

Darcy could tell by the way Lizzy shifted her hips where she expected him to direct his mouth next; instead, he turned his attention to her inner thigh. He gently nipped the soft skin there, then kissed the same spot. The whimpers coming from his wife at his touch were slowly chipping at his already strained self control. Nevertheless, he worked his way slowly down to each knee, alternating between his lips, tongue, and teeth.

By the time Darcy had reached her other knee, Lizzy's whimpers had turned into vague begging; she was repeatedly entreating him by repeating just the words "Please, William. Please." If applied to, he thought it unlikely that she would be able to name what it was she wanted from him-fortunately, he already knew the answer. He ran his tongue along her entrance, gripping her hips firmly to keep them in place as her back arched against the bed. She called his name in ecstasy once, twice, a third time before he relented. Laying over her again, he gently stroked her cheek and ran his fingers through her hair as she came down from the heights to which he had sent her. With great determination, he waited until her eyes remained open and her breath had evened out before even kissing her again. Gently, then increasing in passion as she responded.

"Wrap your arms and legs around me, Lizzy," he whispered into her hair. He gave her just enough time to grasp onto him before he entered her. Unlike the previous evening, when he'd allowed himself to be ruled by his lust, he took her slowly, but firmly. He allowed himself to explore her curves and memorize the new ways her body fit perfectly against his. He felt her small hands, too, release from around his neck to run through his hair, down his chest and across his stomach. He was startled, and couldn't prevent a soft growl in her ear when she grasped his rear and used it as leverage to shift herself to a more accommodating angle. The only thing between him and releasing before she did was focusing on thoughts of fencing with Col. Fitzwilliam, and even that barely held him back. As soon as he saw her finish he came in her and collapsed against her, taking a few moments to catch his breath before rolling them over and pulling her snugly against his chest.

Ten minutes later, when they'd caught their breath, she looked up at him.

"William?" she whispered.

"Yes, love?" he asked, barely awake.

"We only have a few more hours before we have to go back to the house."

"Must we?"

"Well, I suppose you don't, but I want to feed Ben and Gwen tonight." It crossed Darcy's mind to go back to the house, get the children, and return to the cabin. He wondered how Elizabeth would feel about living in the cabin forever, and forgetting that there were such things as "London," "business," and "the ton."

Darcy believed, correctly, that while she would be quite happy, she would feel obliged to point out that there would still be such things as "tennants," "friends," and "Georgiana."

Therefore, he kissed her forehead, and promised they would return soon, but not before they took a short nap; they'd had a very active trip, and the children were more than likely to keep them awake much of the next night, as well.