All right, readers! We are about to enter the wedding night territory of this fifth and final chapter of my little story. So, FAIR WARNING! It is rated Mature for a reason! Things will definitely get quite hot! (Fans at the ready! *already fanning myself*) How could it not? It's the wedding night, for goodness sake and we've all read by now how both Darcy and Elizabeth can't keep their hands off each other! So, continue on if you so dare. (Come on...I double-dare you!) Enjoy! This is the first ever fan-fiction story I have written and I have had a blast writing it. I can't tell you just how much doing this helped boost my creative writing mojo! As you finish the story, I'd love to hear from you to know if you enjoyed it. So, I invite you to drop me a quick, little message. Perhaps your messages might even encourage me to write some others later on. Thank you for taking the time to read my story, A Proposal Gone Awry!
Chapter 5
When Elizabeth and Darcy arrived at his residence in London, they were received by his curious servants who were eager to see the new Mrs. Darcy. The number of Darcy's servants in London were nowhere near the number that awaited them at Pemberley, certainly, but they were undoubtedly just as excited as those at Pemberley would surely be to meet their new mistress.
Though Elizabeth had never had as many servants in her childhood home, she had been brought up in such a way that she knew the importance of being kind and fair to those who served their family. So, even though she was slightly intimidated by the size of Darcy's house in London (and imagined that would be greatly magnified by whatever awaited her at Pemberley), as Darcy helped her step out of the carriage, she took a deep breath and mustered up her courage to whatever awaited her in the first of her new homes. She shouldn't have worried, however, as Darcy's servants were determined to make the best impression on their new mistress, especially when they saw the rare sight of their master smiling with such happiness as he brought her into his (now their) home.
After a quick introduction to them all, Darcy watched on in incredible pride as his bride stopped to speak to each servant, no matter their station. They all received a kind word from her and he could see how even after such a small interaction, she won them all over immediately.
'Is there no one whom she cannot charm,' wondered Darcy as his love for her seemed to grow even more. He needed to be alone with his bride, but he knew that they must first dine. His staff had labored to prepare a lovely, intimate meal for the newlywed couple and he knew they could not disappoint them in their efforts to please them.
Elizabeth was brought to her room which had been prepared for her, while Darcy went to his bedroom. She took a few moments there to rest and freshen up after her journey before their evening meal.
She elected to stay in her wedding dress and soon, thereafter rejoined her new husband who was waiting for her in the dining room. As soon as Elizabeth entered the room, Darcy stood and walked over to his love, taking her in his arms and kissing her passionately. Elizabeth was overwhelmed. Breaking the kiss, he touched his forehead to hers and quietly said, "You were gone far too long, wife."
Elizabeth smiled, telling him "but I was only gone for but half an hour".
"Yes," replied Darcy, "as I said, far too long."
Elizabeth giggled softly. The sound seemed to enflame Darcy. Everything about her seemed to enflame his sensibilities actually.
Elizabeth took his hand, leading Darcy to the table. "Come, William. We cannot disappoint your servants who have laid such a fine table for us."
"No, my dear," said he, "we cannot disappoint our servants," he emphasized. "Though, considering how quickly you won them over, my love, I wonder if they do not now simply consider themselves your servants," said he admiringly. Elizabeth blushed at the compliment.
They sat near each other as they ate and spoke about the wedding and all those who had been there to wish them well. Darcy, however, was increasingly becoming distracted by Elizabeth's mouth, especially as she savored one or another morsel of their delicious dinner. By the end of the meal, as they enjoyed a special mint ice his cook had made especially to please his new mistress, Darcy could stand it no more. She had been making what to him sounded like erotic hums of appreciation as she savored her ice, and each sound was making him harder by the minute.
He was quickly losing his collected demeanor and the moment Elizabeth finished the last spoonful of her desert, he stood, took her hand and simply said, "Come with me, my love."
Elizabeth saw the look in her husband's eyes. She stood and followed William upstairs while he held her hand. He didn't stop by her room, but instead opened the door to his. As soon as he did, Elizabeth let out a small gasp. The room, which most certainly felt masculine, reflecting Darcy's classic though refined taste, was lit by candlelight. The curtains were closed, and the darkness that settled upon the room was softly lightened by the dim glow of the scattered candles. As they walked in and Darcy locked the door behind them, Elizabeth felt like they were enclosed in an intimate bubble where no one would disturb them and in which she and he would finally be able to physically become man and wife.
Suddenly, even though they had already had some intimacies before, Elizabeth became a little nervous. It wasn't that she didn't trust William, because she did, wholeheartedly. It was just that she was at that moment remembering the talk her mother had had with her regarding marital relations. From hearing her description of it, what awaited her was simply a painful experience in which she must simply lie still and allow her husband to accomplish the act. Elizabeth knew that there would be some pain involved, but even that was not what had her nervous.
Darcy saw Elizabeth tense up slightly when he turned around and saw her. He thought she must be worrying about the initial pain she would have to endure from their lovemaking. But, Darcy was quite wrong in his thinking. At that moment, Elizabeth was more worried about how he would perceive her because she was actually quite eager to be in his arms and in his bed.
Their month-long courtship had been quite a test of her patience and his. She wondered what he would think if he knew just how much she wanted him. Ever since the day of his proposal back in Kent, when he had won her heart by his honest words even after his initial disastrous proposal, she had been discovering what sort of man William was. In each conversation or interaction they had had since, she was given a glimpse of who Fitzwilliam Darcy of Pemberley truly was underneath the man he presented to the world in general.
Where others merely saw a man of great wealth and power, Elizabeth saw a man who understood that such things come at a price: He wielded that wealth and power as she knew no other man would, responsibly and with respect. Where others saw him as perhaps taciturn and prideful, she now knew that to be utterly untrue. He was often quiet not just because he was a bit shy but also because he knew the importance of listening before speaking. And the pride that others saw in him was rather an inbred confidence that came from having so many people under his protection and command as the master of Pemberley. And, where others, especially women like Miss Caroline Bingly, had only seen his status and property, she saw a man who wanted someone to want him for the man he was, not what he could provide them. She saw a man after her own heart; a man who wanted to marry for love, just as she did.
Elizabeth loved William with her whole heart and she now wanted to love him with her whole body as well. So, when William, who saw Elizabeth tense, approached her from behind and put his hands upon her arms in order to comfort her, she knew her concerns regarding how he might perceive her need of him mattered less than finally showing him with her body just how much she loved her husband.
So, gathering her courage, she turned around in his arms and boldly placed her hand behind his neck, pulling him down to her level and bringing his lips down to meet hers. She slightly opened her mouth and her tongue brushed against his lips, demanding entrance into his mouth.
Darcy was shocked. He had expected Elizabeth to be a bit reticent and that he would have to coax her into intimacy, but instead she was initiating their love play in a deliciously aggressive way! Her action had him standing at attention in more ways than one and he allowed her entrance into his mouth with a groan that showed his approval of her action. They kissed with abandon, there in that darkened bedroom as the flames from the candles cast their shadows upon the walls: the dark, sinuous shadows of two lovers in a wild, passionate embrace.
In Darcy's planned seduction of his virgin wife, he had imagined slowly revealing his bride to his gaze as he lovingly divested his wife's gown from her body and kissed her slowly, building her excitement into a frenzy until he could finally unite with her.
But, that plan had firmly disappeared from his mind the second she had pulled him down and kissed him. Darcy needed her out of her gown right now! He needed to be as close to her as he possibly could.
He began struggling to open her gown - this damned, beautiful seductive gown that that only served to show him and every other person in that church what a goddess he was marrying. He was no fool. He had seen the longing looks many men, unmarried and even married, had given his Elizabeth as she passed them by and walked up the aisle to him. But, none of them would ever have her! She was his. She had married him. She loved him. And, by God, she was giving herself to him right at this moment and he needed her out of this god-forsaken dress as soon as humanly possible!
Elizabeth could sense William's desperation, especially as she was desperate for him too. She abruptly broke away from him momentarily and her need for him drowned out her ingrained modesty as she quickly unfastened her gown while he watched her with hooded, hungry eyes. When at last her gown was loose enough to fall to her feet and she finally stood naked before him, Darcy fell to his knees before her, taking in every inch of her until his eyes, which were full of wonder, lust and admiration, met hers.
'How did I manage to marry the most beautiful woman in the world?' Darcy wondered in awe as he drank in every feature of his wife's gorgeous, womanly body. He couldn't stop himself as he leaned forward and his lips softly kissed her lean but silky belly, almost as if to bless that part of her that, God willing, might someday bless them both with children that he fervently hoped would look like her, smile and laugh like her, and be as intelligent and witty as she. Closing his eyes tightly, he silently thanked God for blessing him with this woman as his wife.
As he was busy thanking God, Elizabeth was busy trying to recover from the shock of the feel of William's lips against her skin. She could feel his breath heating her skin and felt his slightly-stubbled cheek caress her belly. She was overwhelmed by her nakedness, the sight of William still fully dressed kneeling before her almost in supplication, and his kiss of devotion that he had placed upon her belly. Then, when William unexpectedly leaned further down and did the unthinkable by kissing her womanhood as if he were kissing her mouth, she cried out suddenly and had to hold onto his shoulders in order to keep standing upright.
Her legs were starting to shake. And, he was still dressed while doing the most shocking things to her body. Her body responded by gifting him with an overflow of her body's nectar and he moaned in appreciation. God, she never wanted him to stop, and yet, she needed to touch his skin too!
She snaked her hands from his shoulders to underneath his neck, as she attempted to untie his cravat and then to undo the buttons of his shirt.
Noticing that Elizabeth was trying to undress him only served to make Darcy pleasure her with more vigor until she tensed and moaned throatily as her body convulsed and her pleasure quite literally dripped down her silky thighs.
Elizabeth was collapsing from the pleasure William had drawn out of her and he quickly stood, taking her in his arms and carried her to his bed. As she lay before him, her eyes still full of pleasured astonishment as she looked upon him, she saw him begin to undress himself. Every loosened button revealed more of this magnificent man – her magnificent man, she reminded herself.
'Good Lord,' she thought to herself in awe once he had fully opened his shirt and was untucking it from his breeches. Seeing his well-toned chest and stomach lightly darkened by short, dark, curled hair that tapered down and took her gaze to his strong thighs and manhood still covered by his breeches, she was quickly becoming entranced by her husband's physique.
Darcy saw how his body pleased his wife and it made him feel about ten feet tall. She made him feel like he was the only man in the world who could please her; as if he were everything she needed. And, God, did he want to please her, in every sense of the word. Finally, he opened his breeches, pushed them down his muscled thighs, stepped out of them and stood up so that Elizabeth could see him fully.
Elizabeth blushed heavily when she finally saw her husband fully naked. That part of him just looked so big, that it was intimidating. But, it instinctively also made her rub her legs against each other and caused her core to become even more wet than it already was. As he stood there with his thighs flush against the bed, Elizabeth could stand it no more. She had to touch him. She abruptly sat up on her knees and threw her arms around her husband's waist, hugging him with her cheek flush against him, just slightly below his chest.
This took Darcy by surprise and he sucked in his breath for a moment and then moaned quite low, for he could feel Elizabeth's ample breasts trapping his manhood between them. Elizabeth felt it as well, and it felt so strange. She looked down and saw his length pointing straight up at her. Her mouth was just a breath away. She wondered what he might taste like there, as she recalled William's vigorous kisses upon her womanhood. Curiosity won her over and she dipped her head a little and licked his flesh.
Darcy was utterly shocked. His eyes rolled up and he shut his eyes tightly as a guttural groan that reverberated from his chest let loose from his mouth. The feel of Elizabeth's tongue upon his hard flesh was something he never imagined he would ever feel and now that it was happening, all thought seemed to have left his brain. All he could do was feel every stroke of her tongue and when she moved further down to envelope him within her mouth, the muscles in his thighs began to quiver as he felt the overwhelming need to be inside his wife and finally make her his. Elizabeth was only able to pleasure him for a few moments before William moved away enough so that he slid out of her mouth.
William climbed onto the bed and moved over Elizabeth as she lay below him. When he finally lowered his body on top of hers, bodies touching for the first time, they both gasped in pleasure at finally having no barriers between them. He kissed her softly then and spread her legs open with his thighs.
The moment was finally upon them. Elizabeth could feel the silky tip of William at her apex. William touched his forehead to hers and whispered, "I love you, Elizabeth," as he began to slowly push in. William was stretching her with his movements and her mouth was open in astonishment as he became one with her. Meanwhile, Darcy was struggling to go slowly. He was finally inside his wife and he was in heaven. Elizabeth's body was gripping him so tightly and pleasurably, that he doubted he would last long, though he was determined to bring his wife to completion.
When he neared her maidenhead, he looked at Elizabeth, his eyes indicating he was sorry for the pain to come. She simply nodded her head, giving him permission to go ahead. A moment later, he surged forward, fully embedding himself in his love.
Elizabeth's breath had caught sharply as she felt the pain that tore through her. With William fully seated within her, she felt impossibly full. 'He's everywhere,' her mind kept repeating. He had stretched her, she felt, to her very limit and both she and he tried not to move to allow her body to adjust to his intrusion.
After a few moments, though, Elizabeth nodded once more to William to move and so, he did. Sliding out slowly and then back in several times, Darcy was exerting himself to be careful so as not to hurt his wife more. Soon, however, Elizabeth started to feel pleasure from his movements. Her pain had given way to pleasure and she began to wish he would move faster.
Elizabeth's breathy and moaning sounds were music to Darcy's ears. This meant she was beginning to feel pleasure from their lovemaking. He steadily began to move faster, increasing his pace with every pleasured sound she made. Every time he slid into his wife, he felt like he was finally home where he was meant to be. His heart began to pound harder, and as he looked upon his wife, he was entranced to see her so lost in their lovemaking.
Yes, she was a beautiful woman physically, but as he looked at Elizabeth, what inflamed his ardor even more was how open and free she was with him. She held nothing back. She was no shy maiden that needed to be shielded from her husband's needs. Not at all. Instead, she embraced her own need of him and was not afraid to show him how much she wanted him as well; a point that was made quite clear in that moment when her eyes focused on his and she purposefully lifted her body several times to meet his as he was in mid-advance, colliding with him forcefully in an attempt to make him go even faster. Darcy wasn't sure if he might have groaned out of lust from her unexpected actions just in his mind or out loud at that moment, but whatever the case, he could no longer contain himself. His control finally snapped and he drove into Elizabeth rapidly, repeatedly and robustly.
Elizabeth was lost in a fog of pleasure and she had wanted her husband to be lost in it as well. She knew he had exerted himself to be careful with her, as he did not want to hurt her. But, she didn't want his movements to be measured. She had wanted him so lost in his pleasure that he would take what he needed from her. She had wanted to see him lose control. Having noticed that he seemed to like her being the aggressor, she saw her opportunity when William was retreating, to lift herself, impaling herself hard upon him as he began to drive back into her and show him what she needed. After doing this several times, she knew she had succeeded when she heard him groan loudly and he proceeded to pound into her with his full strength at a rapid pace. Feeling so plundered by him as he sought his own pleasure instead of hers, actually helped her reach her peak quicker. Seeing William so out of control as he was for the first time, Elizabeth was enraptured. He was utterly beautiful, for lack of a better word, when he was lost to his passion. His motions were becoming uncontrolled and every powerful movement he made brought her closer to her completion. They were both incoherent in the pleasured sounds they made.
Then, Darcy brought his hands to Elizabeth's breasts, cupping them roughly and he leaned down to suckle one of them harshly as he surged forward deeply into her. Elizabeth screamed William's name as she drowned in pleasure and her body convulsed, trying to draw him even further into her. Hearing her call his name with such pleasured abandon triggered Darcy's release. He opened his mouth, freeing Elizabeth's breast, as he moaned intensely. Incredibly, he could feel his member become even bigger and harder right before his seed surged from him several times, expelling deeply into Elizabeth. His wife's body continued to squeeze every drop of pleasure from him until he was left trembling from his exertion.
Elizabeth, meanwhile, felt like she was floating. She felt incredibly loved. A delicious lassitude overcame her whole body at having been so well used and cherished by her husband. She enjoyed the heat of her husband's body on hers and burrowed her face closer to his chest to take in his scent even more.
Meanwhile, Darcy lay atop his wife, greatly stunned by his loss of control. Despite having just experienced the most pleasure he had ever had in his life, he began to berate himself internally, wondering if Elizabeth could ever forgive him for being such a brute. 'Is she hurting,' he wondered in worry. He attempted to move away from her, but she grabbed his arms and held him where he was.
"Don't move, husband, for this is where you should always be," she said softly, once her breath began to even out.
"Elizabeth," Darcy began penitently, "can you ever forgive me"?
Elizabeth was confused. "Forgive you for what, William"?
"For being such a brute and losing all control. I let my passion for you overtake me. Did I hurt you?" Darcy asked.
Below him, Darcy felt Elizabeth's body moving as if she was sobbing. Alarmed, he moved to the side, uncovering her body so that he might look at her. But, when he looked upon her face, instead of tears, he found her looking at him doing her best to stop herself from laughing full out.
Darcy looked at her confused. 'Why was she laughing? She should be crying right now for my having been so rough with her,' he thought guiltily.
"Elizabeth…Elizabeth, are you laughing?" asked Darcy perplexed.
Elizabeth couldn't stop herself and let her mirth burst free as she looked at William's confused face.
"May I ask why you are laughing, my dear?" he asked, still concerned.
"Sorry, my love," she managed to say between a few giggles.
Calming herself enough to answer, she stated with a little smirk, "No, my love, aside from the inevitable initial pain I fully expected, you did not hurt me. And, surely, my dear, you did not miss my many attempts to make you lose control and let your passion for me overtake you? Or will I have to be more obvious in my attempts in the future?"
It took a moment for her words to settle in his mind, but once he understood that she was not hurt and that she had tried ('quite successfully,' he acknowledged to himself) to make him lose control, he leaned over, pecking the tip of her nose with a little kiss and said, "Minx!" Then playfully added, "and by all means, the more obvious the better, my dear. And, I look forward to all your future attempts, my seductive goddess."
"In that case, my dearest William," she said teasingly, letting the thought taper off as she pushed him to lie on his back, climbed atop him and proceeded to do her best to make him lose his control once more. Life as Mrs. Darcy was already proving to be an extraordinary source of happiness for Elizabeth, she acknowledged as she managed to surprise her husband yet again and stoke his ardor once more. She looked forward to an ever surprising and fulfilling marriage with the man she loved and who had made her now ever so grateful for a proposal gone awry.
The end.
Hello again, my readers! I simply wanted to add a quick note to you all now that we have come to the end. I want to thank you all so very much for reading my story all the way through and for all your support! After I posted the first chapter at the beginning of last month, even within just a few hours, my story received well over 500 views and the readership grew quite quickly and steadily after that. P&P readers are the best! Now at the end of my story, just a month later, the story is incredibly nearing 13,000 views! YOU ALL ROCK! Almost 13,000 in just a month! *shaking my head in disbelief* I'm quite flattered, really. Anyway, I also greatly appreciate all of you who took the time to send me messages and so many kind words. Mainly because of these messages, I may revisit this particular set of characters again in another story...likely exploring some snapshots of married life at Pemberley, though I'm warning you now, now that Darcy and Elizabeth are married, there is nothing to stop them from experimenting or exploring some fantasies. So, do add me to your list of authors so you don't have difficulties finding me again, keep a lookout for my future stories, and most definitely keep your fans at the ready! *still fanning myself from the aftermath of Darcy's and Elizabeth's wedding night* Till we meet again, dear readers!
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