Ok! So i woke up super early, clearly a guilty conscience! then i checked reviews!
so heres the next,... just cuz y'all asked so nicely! ;)
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Chapter 27.
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Darcy smiled, a wicked, libidinous, smile. "I have an idea."
Elizabeth's eyes widened at his tone. "An idea?" She had meant her voice to be calm and composed but it was far too high pitched.
"Yes. Your, our, lapses in magical containment occurred when you were confronted with something you had never felt before."
She nodded, their argument had been a first for her, their initial kisses likewise.
"I can concentrate to contain our magic, but not if I am .. uh...?"
He looked so adorably confused that she smiled and stroked his face.
"I think I understand, but how can we... be intimate... without your participation?"
He smiled at her "Oh, I intend to participate, just not to lose control. I intend to focus on you."
She looked taken aback but he gave her no opportunity to respond instead he swept his hands under her legs and lifted her up, lips fastening on hers as he strode towards his bed.
He lay her down and took a moment to look at her, really look. He let out a long, appreciative breath. "You are so beautiful." He said and Elizabeth blushed, the look in his eye one of pure adoration.
"Are you..will you allow me..." he gestured to her and she nodded, eyes wide.
He climbed on the bed next to her, leaning on his side and one elbow and he allowed his other hand to trail from her cheek down her neck, resting it gently on her collar bone. Elizabeth felt her heart start to beat faster.
"I know you have been hiding your pleasure, I do not wish you to hide from me. If something feels good, let me know. If I am doing something wrong, tell me to move."
"I am not certain I know what you mean."
He smiled and leaned in to kiss her "do not think, just feel" he whispered against her lips.
He looked at her aura, it was strong but contained. He concentrated for a minute, stretching his barrier to encompass her magic, hoping it would alert him if things became wild.
He started by kissing her gently and allowing her own inhibitions to soften, deepening the kiss as she allowed him to. As she opened her mouth to him; he began to move his hand, stroking his fingers down from her collar bone towards her hip. He felt her stiffen under his touch so he broke the kiss and whispered words of encouragement.
He felt her relax under his fingers and he allowed them to continue their path, up and down her side, sometimes straight strokes, sometimes swirling motions. His lips continued their campaign on her lips, conquering and invading her. When he felt her breath start to come in pants he broke from her mouth and trailed his lips down her jaw to her neck. Sucking on the soft spot just behind her ear. Her whimper told him she was enjoying his attentions and he allowed his hand to skim closer to her breast.
Her chemise was a soft silken material and he used it to increased the sensations, rubbing the material across the sensitive skin. His fingers skimmed across her nipple and he was gratified to see it harden at his touch. Her sharp intake of breath told him she was allowing the sensations to flow through her. He lifted his head for a moment, looking at the beautiful expression on her face, eyes filled with wonder. Her eyes were flashing with violet hues and he checked her aura. It was pulsing, but remained contained. He smiled a slow, seductive, smile at her before lowering his head to nibble on her breast relishing the squeak of surprise.
His hand left the smooth mound of her breast and trailed down her waist to her knee where it continued to swirl patterns across her skin, hitching up the hem of her nightgown.
He groaned as he touched the smooth skin of her inner thigh, closing his eyes against the surge of lust. A few deep breaths restored his equanimity and he allowed his hand to move in seductive circles, higher and higher up her leg. He hitched her night gown up as his hand made its way towards his goal.
"What are you.." She panted, eyes wide, looking down at his hand.
"Does it feel good?" He asked.
She bit her lip and his eyes followed the movement, wishing to kiss away the tiny hurt from her teeth.
"Don't think, Elizabeth." He reminded her. His fingers brushing the junction of her thigh. She gasped, eyes closing, head thrown back.
"Good?" He prompted.
Her breathless "Yes" was enough to give rise to a satisfied smirk upon his face.
"It will, hopefully, get better" he whispered before kissing her deeply again and allowing his fingers to brush gently across the thatch of hair between her legs.
Her body jerked in surprise, an odd noise escaping her. Darcy chuckled against her lips and allowed his fingers to dip between her folds, stroking gently whilst his lips swallowed her noises of surprise and pleasure.
He checked her aura briefly, noting the flare of her magic and the pulses of energy. His shield was enough to contain it. Little gusts of wind buffeting against it. He could see flashes of fire shooting across her skin, leaving warm paths. He strengthened his shield, not that anything had escaped, and then turned his attention back to Elizabeth.
Her breath was coming in gasps, her body twitching as his fingers working in a repetitive circular motion. He lowered his lips to her breast again, sucking her nipple into his mouth through the fabric of her gown, her cry of pleasure urging him on.
He switched to the other breast, suckling again and she cried out once more. He could feel her trembling below him, muscles spasming and shaking, sweat glistening on her skin.
Elizabeth was lost to the ripples of sensation flaring through her. The curling heat focused at the point his clever fingers were touching her and his mouth on her breast sparking new flutters of pleasure. Glimmers of colour burst behind her eyes as her breath hitched and her eyes closed as something sparked inside her, her body went rigid as waves of fire flooded through her, her body shuddering in pleasure. She cried out, an inarticulate primal noise before she collapsed, boneless, on the bed.
Darcy had tried to monitor her magic, but his attention was caught by the perfect look of satisfaction at the point of her release. As his fingers slowed he reviewed his shield. Evidence of magical escapage were obvious, but nothing to be overly concerned about.
He leaned in, kissing her neck slowly and reverently. His fingers moved back up her body, long gentle strokes up and down her side.
Elizabeth covered her face with her hands, shivering and desperately trying to slow her breathing.
"Why cover your face, my love?"
She squeaked "I am embarrassed."
Darcy chuckled "I am elated."
She peaked through her fingers "that was supposed to happen?"
He kissed her awkward through her fingers "Indeed it was."
She took a deep breath, exhaling slowly, and she lowered her hands. "I can see why you might think I would lose control, I had no idea that was possible."
He smiled sadly at her "and yet, it was."
"Did I?... my magic?" She questioned.
"It was a little wild, but easily contained."
She frowned slightly and he once again reached out and smoothed the wrinkles on her brow.
"But if you needed to contain it, what are we to do? We cannot both drop our guard."
"It was nothing compared to the storm my love. It may have knocked some items over, but it would have been unlikely to cause more damage than that."
"But the servants may hear! How mortifying!"
Darcy grimaced "Yes, they would likely come running if they heard breaking glass."
Elizabeth sighed, a crestfallen look upon her face. "We cannot..."
"Hush," He said, kissing her gently. "We just need more practice." He whispered, giving her a salacious grin. She could not help but chuckle at the boyish look upon his face, but the chuckle turned to a squeak as he began kissing his way down her neck again.
"Now?" Her voice was strangled. "Can that happen again?" She asked breathlessly.
He smiled sensuously at her "oh yes, again, and again. Whatever is needed."
"Oh!" Her mouth formed a perfect 'O', her eyes glazed slightly as he continued his path down her body. Giving extra attention to any spot that elicited a sigh or a groan of appreciation.
When his lips past her hips and his body settled between her legs she jolted in surprise.
"What are you.." she cried out breathlessly.
"Practising?" Darcy commented, an innocent look upon his face before a wicked grin set across his features. A second later his head dipped and she felt his mouth press against her most private area. A moist warm sensation that could only be his tongue caused a strangled incoherent cry to be released from her lips.
Within seconds her body was quivering and shaking with passion as Darcy kissed and nipped and licked her. The tension started to build and she could feel it pooling in her lower belly, winding tighter and tighter with every passing minute of ecstasy.
"Oh! William!" She cried before she tipped over the edge again and waves of bliss flooded out from her centre. Her arms and legs shuddering as the spasms of pure pleasure passed through them.
Darcy was not concentrating as well as he should, the sight, sound and taste of his Elizabeth's pleasure was a heady mixture. But as she cried out her release he noted her magic was no longer aimless in its escapage. Pulses of it still flared, obvious to anyone who could see an aura, but no wisps of wind or sparks of fire escaped. It was like her body instinctively knew how to control it, now that it understood what was going on.
He allowed a moment of pain to spike through him, months of worry and pain for so little. If he had only thought of this before! If he had only swallowed his pride and embarrassment and sought advice. But for now it was enough, she had been the most beautiful sight he could ever wish to see and if she decided no more, he would cherish these memories and be content.
Well, he would act content.
He lay beside her and gathered her to him, kissing her hair and whispering words of love.
"Shhh, sleep now."
She stiffened and raised her head "sleep?" She asked, her hair delightfully tousled her eyes still full of desire and flecked with the purple he occasionally saw.
He was instantly on his guard "if you wish to return to your chamber, I shall understand." His reply was cautious.
She sat up gathering the sheet to cover herself, although he had not removed her nightgown.
"You wish me to leave?" Her voice was shaky, her eyes uncertain.
His face softened. "No. I wish nothing more than for you to stay. I have wished for you in my bed since our wedding, but I did not trust myself." He hung his head "I should have trusted you, us. I should not have been so sequacious. I should not have trusted another's opinion."
"But, is that it?"
Darcy looked confused.
"You have not.." she gestured aimlessly at his straining erection.
"Oh." He blushed, bending his knees up to cover the evidence of his arousal. "Well, I did not think you would wish, that is... I was rather under the impression..."
Elizabeth cocked her head to the side, features settling in to a coy smile, eyes amused "I don't know about you, but I felt that time went much better."
He looked at her startled "Well, I suppose."
"I could feel my magic, I was not out of control" she raised an eyebrow.
He nodded stammering out "no, it was not."
"Well" She said, leaning towards him, brushing her lips across his. "It seems we have another experiment."