Chapter 2

Regretfully ending his kiss with Elizabeth, Darcy slowly stepped away from her. He knew that because he desired Elizabeth so much, he could easily get carried away once more. He still couldn't believe what an incredibly intimate moment they had just shared together and he was humbled by the knowledge that she loved him.

Elizabeth slowly recovered from William's passionate kisses. And, as her mind began to clear a bit, she was basking in the happy glow of her new engagement to William. She was engaged! To Mr. Darcy! She couldn't wait to talk with Jane and share everything she was feeling with her.

Upon having that thought, she suddenly felt like she had been doused in cold water. She gasped lightly then as her eyes took on a sheen of regret as she whispered the word, "Jane". How could she forget about her sister? How could she marry the man who had separated her sister from the man she loved? And, yet, how could Elizabeth not marry him now? She loved him. It was as simple, yet complicated, as that all at once.

Darcy heard Elizabeth's soft whisper and saw regret fall upon her eyes like a veil. He knew that she was now realizing that she had just accepted the man who had hurt her sister, even though it was inadvertent on his part. His actions had simply been in service of a friend. He had not set out to hurt anyone.

"Elizabeth," Darcy said in a soft tone, "I did not realize your sister cared so much for Bingly. When I observed her with him, I never saw her show him the type of regard that would have shown a deep attachment on her part." Darcy regretted his intervention now. He did not like seeing that look of regret in his beloved's eyes. "I did not realize her feelings were engaged. I thought she might have been thrown into his path not by her own choosing but by her mother's. And, I know my friend. He can easily fancy himself in love. I did not want to see him to get hurt by someone who I thought was not truly interested in him. I was simply trying to protect him. I am deeply sorry, love, but I vow here and now to correct my mistake. I will tell Bingly that I was mistaken in your sister's regard for him. However, I do not know how he may react. I can only apologize to him. I cannot promise you what he might do, but I will tell him I was wrong in interfering."

As Elizabeth heard William, a spark of hope ignited in her eyes. She wanted to see her sister happy. She did not think that she could be truly happy when Jane was not. But, Darcy's words were like a balm to her soul. She was glad that he would simply tell Mr. Bingly that he was wrong in his assessment and then leave him to decide for himself what to do. Mr. Bingly had been persuaded once, but now he needed to make his own decision. Elizabeth hoped his decision would lead to Jane's happiness.

"Thank you, William," Elizabeth she said in relief and took his hand, lifting it to her lips for a small, soft kiss. She wanted nothing to mar the start of their engagement. Now that she saw the true man behind Mr. Darcy's persona, she knew she would love him deeply and could not reconcile the idea of William doing something to purposely hurt her loving sister.

Elizabeth's sweet kiss to his hand warmed his heart and made it beat a little faster. It was such a small gesture, yet it meant so much to him. It showed how comfortable she was in showing her love for him physically. His strong hand seemed giant in comparison to her smaller, more delicate ones.

"Please tell me we can marry soon, my love. I don't think I can wait and I don't know how I will survive being parted from you from this moment on," Darcy said.

"Well," she said and then leaned toward him as if to tell him a secret and whispered in is ear, "I don't want to wait long either. I just don't think I can, William." As she whispered his name in his ear, Mr. Darcy shivered with want. His eyes dropped low and he looked upon the ample swell of Elizabeth's bosom straining against her dress. Turning his face toward her ear, he captured her earlobe with his lips and licked her lobe lightly.

This caused Elizabeth to suck in her breath and softly moan. How does he do that, she wondered? Every time he touches me, I feel lightheaded, she thought to herself. She never realized that her earlobes were so sensitive. And, then Darcy licked into the shell of her ear. Suddenly, her legs became shaky and she became unsteady.

Darcy caught her in his arms and brought her to the couch nearby, laying her down upon it.

Elizabeth felt fevered, but she certainly wasn't ill. It was William who had caused her fever. She wanted him closer so she slid her hands up Darcy's chest, then back down and around his sides underneath his coat jacket.

Darcy was very aware of every movement Elizabeth's hands made. Her touch felt like a brand, searing in its path. And then, Elizabeth became slightly aggressive as she gripped his muscled side and pulled him towards her. In that moment, Darcy knew that their future intimacies would be all-consuming. It thrilled him to no end that Elizabeth was in a sense taking what she wanted from him. He welcomed her aggression, wanting her to feel powerful in the knowledge that he loved her and to feel free to show him her needs and wants.

Right now, she wanted him closer. Pulling him on top of her, she once again felt a hard protrusion against her. Knowing she had made William that way, made her feel so powerful. As a woman, she had always resented how little power women had and how much their counterparts had over them. But, in this moment, she felt not only beautiful, but powerful as well. And, Elizabeth, being Elizabeth, had always been a curious girl. She tentatively slid her hand down his chest, past the top part of his breeches and almost immediately ran into Darcy's hard manhood.

Darcy sucked in his breath at the light touch to his tip, but when Elizabeth purposely palmed her hand down over his length, she felt William's chest rumble suddenly from a groan that he intentionally groaned into her ear. While her hand cupped him, Darcy's lust broke through again. He licked the shell of Elizabeth's ear again and quickly sought her lips after that. He wanted to devour her. And, he attempted to do just that as he sucked her bottom lip into his mouth and licked the impossibly silky skin of her inner lip.

Meanwhile, Elizabeth began to move her hand, outlining his member with her fingers. Darcy decided to help her in her exploration and put his palm over her delicate hand, helping her slide her hand over his very hard shaft.

Meanwhile, Elizabeth was breathing heavily, so much so that because she was moving in a wanton manner, her breasts were slowly inching upwards under her clothes until the top of her left areola was slightly visible above the neckline of her dress.

Darcy saw it and his eyes glazed over. He dipped his head and licked the exposed areola before taking his hand and firmly but gently cupping and pushing underneath her breast until her whole nipple escaped its confines. Darcy then sucked her nipple into his mouth, slowly pushing more and more of her breast into his awaiting mouth.

Elizabeth made a sharp, high-pitched noise. In that moment that he had sucked hard, causing a tight, pulling sensation to Elizabeth's core. Elizabeth moved her hand away from his member and threaded her fingers into the thick hair of Darcy's head.

Darcy missed her hand but then decided to press himself as close as he could to Elizabeth. Grinding himself into her softness again, while he was suckling on his love's breast, it wasn't long before he was on the precipice once more of falling into that sweet abyss. But, he wanted Elizabeth ready to fall alongside him into the abyss.

Darcy, therefore, slid his hand down towards her core. Pressing her soft underbelly down with his fingers, he then moved his thumb further down towards where she was the most sensitive until he purposefully moved it back and forth quickly above her dress.

Elizabeth was overwhelmed again by everything William was doing to her and her passion broke free at that moment, as wave after wave of pleasure flooded her system. Her face, as she orgasmed, looked like she had been stunned by all the sensations. And, she couldn't stop repeating his name pleadingly, "Will…William…oh, love…yes, William. Fall with me."

That was all it took to take him over the edge once more. After a couple of harsh breaths, he fell into that abyss of pleasure with her, saying her name as well, "Elizabeth…yes! Oh God, yes, my love!" Utterly spent once again, he laid his cheek against the breast he had lavished so much attention to earlier.

After a few minutes of quiet, Darcy lifted his head reluctantly from his love's perfect breast and gazed at her lovely face that was flushed once again from their illicit activities. Darcy stated the obvious, "You are much too tempting, my love. And, I am far too weak to resist you. I want you so badly, but this is a dangerous game we are playing. We cannot risk going any further. I will leave today to London to procure a special license to marry, love. Then, I will go to Bingly and do as I promised and thereafter go to your father to ask or beg for your hand, if I must. Will this give you enough time to return home?"

Elizabeth, quiet in her lassitude from their tryst, answered, "Yes, William. I will speak to Charlotte about helping me arrange my passage home tomorrow."

"I wish I could bring you with me", he said. "I don't want to be parted from you, but I know I must. Though, I will be quick and reunite with you as soon as can be, my love."

Elizabeth, lifted her hand to delicately move an errant lock of hair that had fallen in front of her lover's face. "I know, William. I will be waiting at Longbourn for you when you arrive. I love you."

Elizabeth said this, knowing she would miss her love while he was away. But, she knew it must be done.

Lightly kissing Elizabeth's breast one last time, making her breath catch, he covered her once more with her dress and then moved away to stand and compose himself. He then gave Elizabeth his hand to help her stand.

"I will be quick, my love, I promise," he said once more.

"I know you will, William. Now, go quickly. The sooner you leave, the sooner we can once more be reunited and start our lives together." Elizabeth walked with him towards the door and gave him a quick peck on his lips. Darcy's forehead then inclined to her's for a brief moment, before he whispered aloud, "soon" and then turned to open the door and briskly walk away.

Elizabeth watched him leave until he disappeared once he turned the lane. Yes, she thought, "soon", she whispered in joy and hope for her future. She never thought she would actually be able to marry for love, yet here she was, giddy that the day had actually arrived. Imagine that!