Hi readers! For those of you who enjoyed my story A Proposal Gone Awry (and I am thrilled there were so many, as the story received way over 15,000 views), I have decided to now write a series of one-shots of Darcy's and Elizabeth's Married Bliss Despite A Proposal Gone Awry. I will alternate perspectives, telling each one-shot either from Darcy's or Elizabeth's point of view, at least for a few of them. That way we can explore in more depth how each feels. These two characters deserve a bit more time in the limelight, so I thought I'd allow some of their fantasies and urges to simply play out. These one-shots are all about their married bliss and escapades together, so they are rated Mature for a reason. I hope you all enjoy and I greatly appreciate your messages, comments, favorites and follows! They definitely will encourage me to write more if these one-shots are well received!

Married Bliss Despite A Proposal Gone Awry

Darcy's POV:

It has been a week since our unforgettable wedding night at our house in London. A night that is forever ingrained in my memory as the best night of my life, as it was the night Elizabeth finally became physically mine. Even now, I cannot think upon it much, as the memory alone is like throwing a lit match onto very dry kindling and I would most definitely be engulfed in its flames.

I want her. I want her all the time! I want her body, yes, but I also want her mind, her conversation, her attention, her laughter, her smiles, her glances. I want her hands on me. I want my hands on her. I want it all. And, despite having to attend the duties that come as Master of Pemberley, I truly have not thought about much else since we arrived.

I was greatly pleased with all of our servants as they welcomed my beautiful bride as she deserved; like a long awaited queen who had finally arrived at her castle. I still remember how nervous she became as we approached the estate. She had not realized just how big a property Pemberley was, especially as our coach drove through the woods surrounding the Pemberley grounds for quite some time before we finally had arrived.

She grasped my hand as the coach had stopped in front of the estate, where all our servants were lined up and standing at attention to welcome their new mistress. I kissed her and whispered that she would do wonderfully. And, just as she did at Darcy House in London, she won over every single servant as I knew she would. No one in their right mind could not love my Elizabeth upon meeting her. She is amazing!

Though her interactions with all the servants lasted longer than I would have liked, eventually she had spoken to them all. I simply wanted to get her to our rooms so that I could have her to myself. And, when we finally did enter our rooms and she took a moment to refresh herself, I walked around the bedroom restlessly awaiting her return.

Once Elizabeth returned, however, she told me in an apologetic voice, that her flow was upon her. Though I was disappointed, I was glad that we had already consummated our marriage the night before at Darcy House, because I knew this time of waiting to be with Elizabeth once more would feel interminable to me. But, I told her I simply wanted to kiss and hold her, I honestly truly did. I just wanted her near me. I was happy to have her any way I could. And, since that day, that is all that we have done. I have held Elizabeth in my arms every night as we slept, and it has been absolute bliss and torture at the same time, especially those times in her sleep when she has whispered my name longingly or brushed against one of the more sensitive areas on my body.

Good Lord, I want her! I've been sitting here at my desk in my library attempting to read through some important papers regarding my estate and I cannot get past the first few sentences because my mind keeps wandering to my very desirable wife. In fact, I have been fantasizing about making love to her in various places in this grand library of mine; first and foremost, however, right here on top of my desk. I get so lost in the fantasy, picturing it, that I completely miss the fact that Elizabeth has entered the library and has now called my name a couple of times.

Startled and wondering how she materialized in front of me, I finally hear what she's saying to me.

"William, are you well? I called your name a couple of times and you did not answer me," Elizabeth told me.

"Yes, my love. I am well. I was simply lost in my thoughts momentarily," I mentioned with a measure of chagrin.

"Very well, William. I just sought you out to let you know something," she mentioned with a blush.

What could be making my Elizabeth blush, I wondered?

Then, she plucked up her courage, cleared her throat and quietly said while looking down, "I simply wanted to inform you that my flow has ended, and I am no longer indisposed if you are so inclined later tonight."

The news was music to my ears! This news was the match that just lit that dry kindling, and I knew I was just about to catch fire.

"Must we wait that long?" I asked her with longing in my voice.

She looked up in desire and her mouth opened slightly in surprise. She looked at my eyes and saw my need in them. I want her badly and I certainly don't want to wait until tonight.

"Now? Here?" she whispered questioningly, contemplating what the chances were of them getting caught by a servant.

"Yes." I said with a voice roughened by my desire.

Elizabeth looked wary but also intrigued. I held my hand out to her and she took it. I pulled her in front of me, quickly cleared space on my desk and lifted her to sit upon it. I wasted no time in taking her in my arms and kissing her with all my pent up desire from the past week, and my body was quickly enflamed as she kissed me back with a similar fervor.

Good Lord, this woman can kiss! Should I thank God once more for allowing me to marry this amazing woman who is not afraid to give her passion free reign with me? I did so quite a few times on my wedding night, but perhaps I should do so again, as I am certainly most grateful for it. But, just then, Elizabeth reaches down with her hand to touch my very evident desire for her and her touch only makes me stiffen and grow more.

I can't wait any longer. I need her now! I lift her off the table and my voice lowers even more as I whisper in her ear, "Turn around."

I can see Elizabeth shiver at my command, but she quickly complies. She moans breathily as she turns. I imagine she must be wondering what I am about to do.

Then, I place my hand at her back, move her to bend over the table and her breath quickens.

I bend down behind her and grab the bottom of her dress on both sides of her legs and slowly begin to lift them until I have fully uncovered Elizabeth from the waist down, grazing her smooth legs and finally her delectably curvaceous bottom with my fingers along the way, as I move upwards revealing every inch of her to my view.

I can't stop staring. She's perfect in every way and I am transfixed. I can hear Elizabeth's breathing hitch once she is fully uncovered to my gaze. She moans softly at being so exposed.

Upon hearing her moan, I snap out of my trance.

I can see her core and it is glistening with her desire. I love that I have made her so wet already. "Ughhh," I grunt in barely controlled lust. My voice somehow grows deeper as I ask, "Does this excite you, Elizabeth? Do you enjoy being exposed to your husband's gaze at his whim?"

"Yes," she whispers back in a labored tone.

God, she is the perfect woman! I can't take it! I need her now! Opening my breeches, I take myself in hand, and without entering her yet, I coat myself in her desire.

Elizabeth, who couldn't see what I was doing was caught off guard by the intimate feel of me so suddenly. But, I can't help it! This woman is all I have been able to think about this whole past week! And, as I take my time rubbing against her womanhood, my earlier fantasy begins to meld with my reality.

Elizabeth is actively moaning in pleasure at the teasing motions my body is making to hers. But, in the process I am also teasing my pleasure to the brink until I can no longer take not being inside my wife a second more. In one sudden movement, I push my now well-lubricated hardness into her as far as I can go and lean down over my wife just enough that she can feel my chest on her back. I am surrounding her with my body. Upon entering her, I had voiced my pleasure right next to her ear, even as I heard her voice hers.

I knew this was going to be a short-lived fantasy because I was too tightly wound in my desire. My mind had had an entire week to fantasize and the reality was going to quickly bring me to the edge. So, I reached down to pleasure my wife with my fingers while I continued to thrust rather intensely into her. As soon as I did that, Elizabeth became even louder in her gratification.

"So full," she stuttered in her bliss. "William, so good!"

"God, yes," I groan. And, it is so very, very good! There is nothing better than being inside my wife. Every movement I make feels better than the last. It doesn't take long before I hear Elizabeth's breath hitch and she suddenly moans loudly. Her body clamps down onto mine as her pleasure overtakes her.

Feeling her body squeezing my member as the waves of pleasure continue to envelope her, I become more erratic in my movements. She is so incredibly tight and I am so gratified to have brought my wife pleasure with my body in reality as I did in my fantasy, that in the next thrust I make, I am overcome by my own desire as I shout lustfully, releasing my essence repeatedly into my wife.

We are both breathing heavily from our quick but intense love escapade and as we begin to calm, I slowly pull out of my wife as I kiss her cheek.

Elizabeth whimpers as I leave her body. As soon as I step away from her to allow some space for us to compose ourselves, she quickly turns around, grabbing me by the back of my neck and pulls me down for another heated kiss. When she finally stops our kiss, she whispers against my lips something so provoking that if I hadn't just released some of my pent up lust, her words would have immediately made me as hard as stone once more.

"Is that what as occupying your mind when I spoke to you earlier, William? Were you daydreaming about us here, like this, in this library?" she asked. "I suppose, I may also have to give in to my daydreams on occasion as well," she said with a self-satisfied smile and an impish twinkle in her eye. She pecked my lips softly with her own, turned and walked out of the library, leaving me standing there, dumbfounded.

The only thought that enters my mind at that moment is that my wife is going to be the death of me. I am sure of it. And, yet, there is no other way I'd rather go.