Hi readers! I'm back! Did you miss me? This story is soon about to reach 14,000 views. This is quite awesome! Are you ready for another Darcy and Elizabeth fix? Well, after taking almost a week off from writing, Elizabeth started popping back into my head. I gave her a bit of room to lead me where she wanted to go, because trust me there were a few directions I thought this could have gone in, but then the inspiration dried up. However, Elizabeth is nothing if not persistent, and in the end, she led me here! And, this is the scenario that got my writing juices going to the end. Now, get ready, because this will be a very, bumpy ride. And, I warn you all once again that you might want to invest in a fan. These two characters are just so hot for one another! As always, Elizabeth and the incredible Mr. Darcy are originally the amazing Jane Austen's characters. I am simply allowing them to have a field day in my head and cause some mayhem on my computer as they lead me to places unknown so that I may share them with you! I hope you enjoy! And, please continue to send me comments, favorites and follows. I think I may be nearing the end of this little series soon. But, I wouldn't be too sad about it, as I'm sure I'll pick up my pen with another story soon enough. All the best to you readers!

Married Bliss Despite A Proposal Gone Awry

Elizabeth's POV:

Looking out the window, I see the stars glint in the night sky as I lie here in our bed with my husband's arm draped across my stomach. His strong arm has me unequivocally anchored to him while he is peacefully asleep with a slight smile on his face, no doubt reliving the incredibly ardent moments we shared earlier in the morning in his library.

It is getting to be such that I may not be able to enter the library anymore without blushing shamelessly for all the explicit things we have already done in there.

Aside from the memory of such an invigorating day, I am lying here awake at night wondering why William would even consider that I might be interested in any other man, even if he did hear me utter the words I said to my Abigail out of context.

Does William not trust me? My body tenses a little at that thought, but I quickly dispel that idea, as he has given me no clear indication of that since we arrived at Pemberley. However, my thoughts won't settle and I begin to wonder, though it seems too incredible at first, if perhaps he doesn't quite feel he's worthy of my love and would therefore jump to the conclusion that I would look elsewhere?

I lie awake and think about our many interactions, going back to the day he proposed. I recall his initial insulting proposal as well as when he begged me to forgive him for the rash things I overheard him say to Mr. Bingley at the Meryton Assembly. I especially remember his countenance when I confronted him spectacularly the day of his proposal, that after his initial look of shock knowing I had heard his unintended slight, he immediately took on a look of mortification and shame. I recall how he begged me to forgive him. And having grown to know my husband since then, I wonder if he may still be weighed down by the guilt of his unflattering words of me back then and perhaps worry that it might have diminished him in my eyes enough to cause my eyes to wander elsewhere.

Nothing could be further from the truth, however. Certainly, I was angered by the situation and his words back then, but if anything, William grew as a better man right before my eyes when I saw him not only acknowledge his failings and hurtful words, but then also admit when he was wrong and finally ask for forgiveness. As someone who studies the character of people, I have often noticed that men hardly ever do a complete turnabout where they acknowledge their failings so readily and ask for forgiveness, not even when it was clear they were in the wrong. So, for my husband, who is a proud man, though in what I now believe to be in the best sense of the word, to check and humble himself before me as he did back then when he apologized and ask for forgiveness, only made him infinitely more desirable in my eyes. I realized then, he was a man whom I could respect and therefore loved all the more. He was a man who could see his flaws and endeavor to better himself. In fact, the more I think about it, the more my heart constricts with the warmth of my love for him.

Turning to look upon his face as he sleeps, I can see the weight of the mantle he carries as Master of Pemberley has dissipated with the night. Right now, he is simply my William, the man I love, asleep beside me. And, I do not ever want him to doubt my love for him ever again, so I begin to wonder how I can get him to understand my feelings on this matter. I ponder this during the night until my eyes drift closed after some time.

During the night, I had some very interesting and sensual dreams, such that by the time I woke up, I was quite aroused. I had dreamed that just as William had controlled our interlude in the library, I was now in control of William's pleasure. In my dream, William could not move, his limbs frozen in place by my eyes upon his body while he was at the mercy of my unrelenting lips upon his person while I kept repeating I was his. I woke quite hot in my desire and I leaned over to wake my husband with a kiss, which then led to some very pleasant activities before we finally got up and began our day.

It wasn't until after breakfast that I decided that perhaps my dream was a solution to my problem. It didn't take much thought to convince me that showing William how loved he is in this way might work. Therefore, I decided to go into town and buy what I needed to help make this dream plan a reality for the next morning.

It didn't take me long to find what I needed in town. I found a shop that had some very thick but soft ribbons. After buying what I needed, I walked around the town a bit more until my attention was captured by a lovely book shop. I went in and perused the shelves and found a lovely book of sonnets. I decided to buy them as a gift for my beloved William as a token of my love for him.

By the time I got back home to Pemberley, I set about putting my purchases away but within reach, under our bed, for when I would need them the next morning. I also inscribed the book of sonnets, writing, 'To my husband William, the only man I want, love and will ever need. From your loving wife, Elizabeth.'

The rest of the day was uneventful and went by in a blur for me, as I was often lost in my thoughts as I considered what my plan for the next morning would be.

I was nervous that evening, as I lay in bed beside William who had fallen asleep. I was nervous mainly about how he might react. I know my body got exponentially warmer as I thought about my plan and I only hoped that he would be as receptive to it as I hoped he would be.

Thankfully, I fell asleep eventually once my eyes felt heavy. I must have slept well, as I woke early and as I looked out the window from my bed, I could see the sky beginning to light up as the sun crept up over the horizon.

I turned and looked at William. He looked so peaceful as he slept. Luckily, he was laying on his back and he seemed to be in the perfect position for what I was about to do, so I decided to get going on my plan.

As quietly as I could, I slowly rolled out of bed and pulled the four ribbons I had from under the bed. With ribbons in hand, I first went to the foot of the bed and lifted the bottom sheets so that I uncovered William's feet. As carefully as I could, I set about wrapping a ribbon onto both of Will's ankles and then tied them unto the two posts at the end of the bed, slowly spreading his legs apart as I tightened the give on the ribbons. Luckily, William was sleeping heavily and did not wake.

After that was done, I then did the same to his two wrists, although this time I tied them to the posts at the head of the bed. Though I tightened the give on the ribbons there, I had ensured that it would be easy for me to undo each of the ties by simply pulling on the loose end of the ribbons. I was amazed that I managed to tie William up without him waking. He must have been quite tired yesterday, though he looked quite at peace now.

My body was on fire as I looked at him, tied up at my mercy. He looked absolutely delectable. He was yet asleep, but I would ensure that soon he would awaken in a most satisfactory way.

I began to slide the cover of the bed impossibly slowly, baring his naked body deliciously to my view. Though he had moved slightly as I uncovered him, he slept on blissfully unaware that I was now drinking every feature of his naked body with my eyes.

I could feel the dampness between my legs already and I clasped my thighs together momentarily when I felt a slight tug of desire shoot through my core. This felt absolutely wicked and I couldn't believe I actually had the courage to put this plan into action. Even though the room was warm, I could feel my breasts start to feel a little heavy as desire hardened my nipples and I needed to touch them. As soon as I did, I felt yet another sharp thrill race within my core and I moaned very softly. William must have heard that even as he dreamt, as his mouth opened slightly and I heard him breathe out a soft grunt before he quieted once more.

William was a beautiful, yet quite masculine man. After looking my fill of him for several minutes asleep as he was, I finally went to the foot of the bed. 'Well,' I thought, 'I can't turn back now.'

So, I bent to one of his feet and softly pecked a light kiss on the top of foot with my lips, hovered and said softly, but clearly, "William, I love you."

I felt William's leg jerk slightly and I saw him begin to struggle to awaken from his sleep.

I moved on and then kissed his ankle and repeated my declaration of love once more, softly but clearly. This time, I saw him lean his head to the side and slightly moan before he slowly blinked awake, still caught up by the haze of sleep.

I moved forward and then kissed his calf muscle. By now, the veil of sleep had fallen from William's eyes and he looked down to where I was kissing him by his lower leg and he asked confusedly, "Elizabeth? What are you doing?"

He hadn't yet noticed that I had tied him up, and I simply looked him in the eye from where I was and said, "William, I love you."

William smiled and answered me, "I love you too," before he then tried to sit up to reach me. When he realized he couldn't move his arms or his legs, he became startled and questioned me again, "Elizabeth, what is going on? Why am I tied up?"

I stood up momentarily and boldly told him, "I tied you up, William, because I need you to understand how much I love you."

William looked confused, "What? Why do I need to be tied up to understand how much you love me?"

I was sure a naughty smirk must have graced my face at that moment, because I saw my husband's manhood twitch in reaction. "Because, my dear Mr. Darcy, you seemed to be confused as to the extent of my love a couple of days ago and I feel the need to make you fully understand that you are the only man I will ever love. And, I will not ever have you doubt the degree of my love for you ever again. But, in order to show you properly, I must ensure that you will receive what I give you without reciprocating. I want you at my mercy, just as I was at your mercy in your library."

William's mouth fell open in surprise and at hearing my words, his staff grew fuller and heavier with his growing desire though he remained silent for some time. For a moment, I worried that he would not go along with my plan. He was breathing a little heavier than usual and he closed his eyes, probably to prepare himself for what was about to happen or contemplating to tell me to let him go.

So, I asked him while I reached for the loose end of the ribbon by his foot, "Unless, you want me to untie you, and we can simply go back to sleep?" I said nonchalantly.

But, William immediately opened his eyes in alarm and was pressed into action as he began to shake his head, eagerly saying, "No, no! Please, for the love of God, do not untie me! Please, Elizabeth, make me understand."

My smirk turned into a hungry smile, as his desperate plea caused another tug of desire to shoot through my core. I was already quite wet, and I hadn't yet done much. But, I felt a lot of my desire stemmed from having William at my mercy, unable to move or act and distract me from my pleasurable task, but only being able to feel and process what I was about to do to him.

The desire at my core felt like it was throbbing and needy and without thinking, one of my hands pressed down on my lower belly as a couple of my fingers rubbed against my womanhood and I sighed with a moan, my bottom lip trapped between my teeth. I heard William thrash on the bed for a moment as a deep moan escaped his lips, causing a rush of desire to coat my fingers.

Looking up, I saw a desperate look in his eyes as they devoured me and were focused on my hand at my apex.

I moved my hand away from my body and approached him. He kept staring at my fingers, which he could see were coated with my desire for him. When I saw him lick his lips in anticipation, I slowly brought them closer to his mouth until they were close enough for him to lean forward and suck them into his mouth eagerly, moaning deeply in appreciation.

While he licked my fingers, I leaned forward and whispered into his ear in a breathy voice I did not recognize, "Can you taste my desire for you William? Do you see how quickly and easily you affect my body? It weeps in desire for you and only you all the time, my love. Every sensual touch you give me, your gaze or even just hearing your voice and your moans makes me instantly wet for you. You make my body want yours, you make my heart race and you make my soul yearn to merge with yours. I love you, William." Then I bit his earlobe lightly.

William's head hung low from in reaction to my words as he groaned out, "Good God!" and I saw the small, fine hairs at the back and side of his neck stand up as he shivered in a wave of desire caused by declaration. He half grunted and moaned as I looked down at his manhood, which was fully erect and seemed to throb in an effort to get closer to me.

Looking at him in the eyes, I said with a slightly wicked smile, "Now, my dearest Mr. Darcy, shall I continue what I started?"

William said nothing but his eyes heatedly kept hold of mine as he nodded his head.

Going back to the foot of the bed, I decided to get up on the bed and kneel between his legs. I then continued from where I had left off and moved on to his knee, which I bent over to kiss as I looked at him and then said loudly and clearly, "I love you, William." He grunted softly.

I did and said the same at the inside of his muscular thigh, where he caught his breath in a gasp when he felt my hair brushing against his thighs and his balls. Then, he moaned and thrashed a bit when I did the same on the very sensitive junction of where his leg meets his pelvis. I ignored his manhood, which seemed to be straining towards me, and he grunted his frustration. I moved on up doing the same at his side, then on his nipple which I kissed and then laved with my tongue, causing him to curse. By now I was straddling him to reach all these points on his body that I had been kissing, though I kept my womanhood hovering above him, just out of reach, which I could tell was slowly driving him mad. I kissed his shoulder, which was near his ear so that when I once again told him, "I love you, William," he sighed in pleasure and leaned his head back in acceptance. I moved on and did the same to the inside of his elbow, and then his hand, which was tied up so nicely by my ribbon. I was so focused on my task, I didn't realize how close my breasts were to William's face until he quickly moved upward and sucked one of them roughly into his mouth with a groan that reverberated in my flesh and caused me to get even wetter, enough so that I felt some of my desire drip down my leg and onto him.

As much as his mouth on me was giving me pleasure, this moment was not about me, so I tore my breast away from him and he protested loudly. I leaned my face close to his and took his chin in my hand, facing him up to me and said in a chastising voice, "What a naughty boy you are, Mr. Darcy! It is my turn to have you at my mercy, remember? Now, be good or I may need to untie you earlier than we both want. Am I clear?" I said all this in warning and knew that if he didn't behave, I would have to go through on my threat to untie him and stop this extremely erotic escapade we were currently experiencing.

I never imagined I would ever see my unflappable Mr. Darcy pout, but pout he did! It was utterly irresistible and my heart seemed to flip when I saw it. How could this man make me want him even more than I already did? His bottom lip, which was protruding further than his top lip, was absolutely tantalizing and I couldn't help myself as I leaned down and bit his lip with my teeth lightly and he groaned heavily in desire. I took command of his mouth then, sliding my tongue against his passionately until he started to reciprocate with the same amount of passion, at which point I tore my mouth away from his and stared into his eyes with warning while his clearly showed his desire for me.

"Shall we continue now, William? Will you be good?" I asked. He closed his eyes, got his breathing under control and nodded his assent. I moved back up, though this time to his other hand and continued my process there, kissing him and telling him that I love him. I roamed down the same points I had kissed before, but on the opposite side of his body. Throughout my journey of his body, William would sigh or grunt, though he cursed when I once again was close to his manhood, but I continued to ignore it on my way down. After I had ended back at his other foot, I looked up to find William staring at me like he could eat me alive.

Slowly, keeping my gaze on his eyes, I crawled up towards his manhood and I saw his eyes widen and he swallowed in anticipation. His legs tensed as my hair brushed against his thighs. I leaned low and slowly licked his balls with the flat of my tongue.

And even though he was expecting it, William's head fell back and he yelled out, "Fuck" so loudly that it momentarily startled me, though not enough to make me stop. Then, I took them into my mouth and laved them with my tongue. I could hear a litany of curses escape William's mouth, each one causing me to become wetter and wetter. Finally, letting them go, I kissed both lightly and told him in a clear voice, "I love you, William."

William, meanwhile, was lost in a fog of desire. His staff was rock hard and there were a several beads of his seed dripping from his tip. Before I could stop myself, I licked them up with my tongue and William thrashed in the bed from the sudden feel of my tongue on his tip.

"God, Elizabeth! Yes! Please, yes!" he yelled and stared at me pleadingly.

My husband was begging for me, and I was not going to disappoint him. I wrapped my hand around his manhood and plunged my mouth onto him eagerly.

William wouldn't stop thrashing, moaning, cursing or yelling out to God. He started to thrust as much as he could into my mouth, causing him to hit to back of my mouth quickly. What I couldn't fit into my mouth, I continued to stroke with my hand. I then began to suck on him, which occasionally caused me to make a swallowing motion, which in turn caused William's member to grow even thicker in my mouth while he got increasingly louder in expressing his pleasure.

I then began to hear William panic as he tried to warn me that his pleasure was about to overtake him. I knew he wanted me to move away, but I was intrigued and wanted to know what that part of him tasted like. So, I sucked on him even harder and faster, waiting for him to fall over the edge.

"Bloody, fucking hell!" he yelled explosively.

William's hands gripped the ribbons he was tied with, needing to grip something as the muscles of his stomach tensed even more than they already were and his pleasure barreled through him in violent spurts inside my hot mouth. I tried to swallow all of William's release, though there was so much of it, that some had dripped from the side of my mouth. I continued to swallow, which prolonged William's pleasure until he became much too sensitive and he tried to move away from my mouth. Letting him slip out of my mouth then, I leaned and lightly kissed his tip and clearly said, "I love you, William."

William was flabbergasted and looked at me with eyes that were full of wonder and amazement, until he noticed a few drops of his seed at the edge of my mouth. Then, his eyes took on a slightly manic, needy look.

"Untie me, Elizabeth," Darcy demanded.

For a moment, I was crushed by the change of his demeanor, in demanding to be released. But, I immediately set about to release his legs and his arms.

The second I had fully released him, however, he roughly grabbed me and turned so that I was the one now lying on the bed.

His thumb then grazed the side of my lip and then he proceeded to push his thumb into my mouth. When I licked his thumb, I tasted his essence once more and realized that some of it had escaped my mouth when I was swallowing.

William's eyes darkened with a predatory look as he took his thumb out of my mouth only to replace it with his tongue as he invaded my mouth deeply.

We kissed for quite some time, both of us trying our best to gain the upper hand, while our bodies slid and gyrated against one another.

I could feel William's manhood stirring again, as it steadily become fuller and harder against the inside curve of my thigh.

I needed him. I wanted him. I had to have him, right now!

I moved against him so that the tip of his staff began to tease the entrance of my womanhood.

Tearing my lips from William's, I pleaded with him. "Please, William. Please! I need you!"

Before I could even finish saying it, he plunged into me fully with a forceful growl.

"William!" I screamed in great satisfaction! He had slid into me so easily thanks to the desire that I had been dripping with since we began.

What followed after was a frenzied coupling. William's powerful movements continually drove me into the bed and I tried my best to counteract that by vigorously meeting his thrusts. My wetness caused his movements to be smoother and perhaps was even causing him to slip even deeper into me, if that was even possible, overwhelming my senses. My hand fluttered just below my stomach for a moment and I could feel William's internal movements from where my hand rested; through my skin, I could feel him as he filled me up. But, when he lifted one of my legs and changed the angle at which he was pummeling into me, the thread of my desire that had been stretched taut suddenly snapped and my body trembled and convulsed as I repeated William's name over and over.

My body continued to quiver around William's manhood as he continued to chase his own pleasure. He chased it for quite some time, as he had already had his other release earlier. His movements just kept expanding my desire until my body was once again triggered to fall into the great abyss of pleasure that only William could give me. As a result, my internal muscles stroked his staff, attempting its best to pull his pleasure from him. My second coming around his manhood proved to be too much for him, as he reached his peak right as he buried himself as deep as he could go, yelled out my name and repeated "I love you" several times, before collapsing right beside me. I felt him explode within me, his staff pulsing deep within at long, drawn out intervals until the pulsing slowly weakened and finally stopped.

We could have been laying there for a few minutes or an hour. I wasn't really sure. I was too exhausted to notice, really.

"Good God, Elizabeth!" William exclaimed in a fatigued tone. "Will you ever cease to amaze me? What did I ever do in my life to deserve you? You are a goddess! You are incredible! What do you even see in such a flawed man as me?"

I turned my head to look at him seriously, "I see everything I have ever wanted and could ever want in you William. I love you. I see you, exactly as you are. Yes, you are flawed but so am I."

"No, Elizabeth. You are perfect." Darcy countered.

"No, William. I am not. And, neither are you. We are both human and both have our faults, but they are part of what makes us the people we are. And, I love all of you, faults and all. I love your body. I love your voice. I love your personality. I love your soul. There will never be another for me, because you have filled my heart to the brim. I love that you are my husband and that I am your wife. I love you. And, I hope you will not soon forget this little physical demonstration of my love which I hope has forever cleared any doubts you may ever have of my devotion and fidelity to you. There can never be another, because the only one my heart sees is you."

William leaned over to me and kissed my lips softly as he whispered, "I will never forget your demonstration, my love. That I can assure you. Thank you, Elizabeth. I love you and I will always love you."

We continued kissing softly and our bodies slowly started merging once more while we stared into each other's eyes. It was a complete antithesis of our earlier frenzied coupling. We spent some time in this manner. Neither of us was hurried and I lost track of time, as we lost ourselves in slowly making love to each other throughout the morning through our bodies, our words, our touches, our kisses, and our gazes.

By the time we left our bedroom, however, I was certain William would never again doubt my love for him. He also seemed to love my small gift to him of the book of poetry when I presented it to him with a kiss. He almost seemed to blush in appreciation of it when I gave it to him. Before we left the bedroom, I also noticed that William saved the ribbons that had held him captive in a safe place saying, "You never know if we'll need them again." He winked at me and left the room with quite a carefree smile on his face, while I was left flushed and wondering how soon that time might be.