Author's Note: I'm going to warn you now, this is where the adult content comes in. I highly recommend turning back now if you don't think you can handle it. I'm also going to warn you this may be the end of this story, but I have other ideas I may work on in the future.

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LaBelleABoisDormant

Lizzy was waiting happily in her chemise, sitting on the edge of her husband's bed. She knew she should be feeling dreadfully insulted at Mr. Creedance's behavior, but she couldn't help trusting her husband to protect her from the man's actions. It was a rather liberating feeling.

Not like the one she got when he behaved possessively towards her. Or when his voice got low and he started to growl. She couldn't quite explain the feeling it gave her, but she liked it. It was a sort of warm, tingly feeling, and it largely served to make her want him to hold her tighter.

Finally, her husband walked into the room. She couldn't help but smile a bit when he immediately locked the door. She rose from the bed and waited for him to come to her, and she was not disappointed. He wrapped one hand around her neck to pull her face to his, and the other around her waist to pull her flush against him. He delved into kissing her with a force she'd never before known he possessed, and after a moment she felt his hand slip off her waist and over her buttock. She could still taste the alcohol on his breath, but she found she didn't mind if it meant he kissed her like this.

After a moment, he pulled back and threw her on the bed and started removing his jacket. She began to sit up, but he pushed her back down on the bed, throwing his jacket on the floor.

"Stay. Down. There." Came the soft but forceful command.

"Yes, William," Lizzy found herself whispering in reply. Darcy continued to undress himself from the waist up, while Lizzy watched, enjoying the way the sunlight reflected on the hard planes of his chest. He looked at her, and she bit her lip at the fire glowing in his eyes. Darcy leaned down and kissed her, using his tongue to part her lips and delve into her sweet mouth.

"You are mine, Lizzy," Darcy whispered forcefully into her ear as he reached for the hem of her chemise. "All mine. Every inch of you. Mine." He kissed her again before lifting the chemise over her head and throwing it down with his things. When her arms were free from the confines of her undergarments, she reached up to wrap them around his neck and pull him closer, but she never got there. He'd grabbed her wrists and pinned them together over her head. He reached his other hand over the side of the bed and grabbed his cravat.

"What are you doing, William?" asked Lizzy, who had never seen her husband behave this way, but couldn't say she minded.

"Making you mine. Mine, no one else's." He said this as he slipped his cravat around her wrist, the bed frame, then the other wrist, effectively trapping her in place. Lizzy tugged at her bonds, but they were tight, and didn't move so much as a fraction of an inch. Darcy removed his pants, removing any doubt from his wife's mind as to what his plans might be, and placed his body over hers, sliding first one knee, then the other, between his wife's thighs. Darcy kissed Lizzy again, briefly this time, and pulled back to watch her eyes flutter open in disappointment that he hadn't kissed her longer, harder, rougher.

Darcy heard her gasp and saw her eyes close again in pleasure as he roughly entered her. He took her roughly, loosing himself in the moans he elicited from his wife and drowning in the glory of knowing she was entirely his. She finished moments before he did, and he collapsed against her in exhaustion.

After a few minutes, Elizabeth realized her husband had no intention of moving. Which wouldn't be a problem, really, she relished the feeling of his weight on top of her, his hard hips between her soft thighs, his breath on her nech as he buried his face in her hair. Unfortunately, his current position did preclude her from breathing properly.

"William…" she whispered, and received a grunt in return. "Darling…I can't quite breath, love…."

Darcy heaved off of her and collapsed on the bed beside her, throwing his arm across his eyes. Lizzy could tell something was bothering him now, but she couldn't comfort him until her hands were released from the confines of his cravat.

"Darling…"

"Lizzy, I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me. I…I couldn't stand the thought of that cretin thinking you were his. But to do that…I'm so sorry, my love, please forgive me."

"Perhaps, darling, we could discuss it after I have regained the use of my hands." At this, Darcy sat up, clearly having forgotten that he'd bound his wife to his bed.

"My love, can you ever forgive me?" He asked as he quickly released his wife, pulling her into his lap.

"I'm not sure one is required to gain forgiveness for an activity the other party so…thoroughly enjoyed," she replied, looking shyly into his dark eyes and blushing profusely.

"Truly, Lizzy? I attack you, and you like it?"

"Very much, William. In fact, if you'd like to attack me again later, I would welcome it."

"Alright, who are you and what have you done with my strong, independent, indomitable wife?" he asked, throwing her back on the bed and propping himself over her on his elbows.

"Perhaps she has simply learned to be a proper, humble, submissive wife, Mr. Darcy."

"May God help us, Mrs. Darcy, if I no longer have my free-spirited Lizzy to tease me and vary my formerly lonesome days."

"I don't believe you shall ever lose her, Mr. Darcy," said Lizzy pulling her husband in for a kiss. "I just think you've discovered a new side of her. One that belongs, and always shall belong, only to you."