Elizabeth turned at the sound of the door creaking behind her.
"Who's there?" she called. There was no answer. She waited for a second then slowly walked to the door. Upon opening it, she found that there was no one there. It must have been the wind, she thought to herself.
She walked back to her bed and climbed under the blankets. In a few minutes, she was asleep.
A pleasant sensation crawled its way down her back. Something soft and gentle stroked her forehead and ran through her hair. She smiled pleasantly.
A small smile spread across Elizabeth's face. Wickham gently traced them with his thumb. He was finally alone and he finally had Elizabeth beside him. And she was willing. Didn't matter if she was asleep, he would be able to conquer her better that way. He was sure that by the end of tonight, Elizabeth Darcy…no, not Darcy…Elizabeth, will be his. He smiled, and pressed his lips against hers. She didn't resist and willingly returned the kiss. The fires in his loins ignited and he lost all morality and restraint. His hand slid down to her breast, and as he gently stroked it, a small gasp escaped her mouth. He kissed her harder, deeper. She responded amazingly quickly. He could feel her heart beating against her chest. Wickham bent his head lower and gently kissed her neck.
Elizabeth felt the pleasures creep down her spine and into her lower belly. It was like nothing she has ever experienced before. She felt a hand sliding up her thigh and her breath caught in her throat as it pressed against her mons. She could feel ragged breath on her naked shoulder and a slight moan as someone pressed close to her.
Her eyes fluttered open and gazed into Wickham's own. But before she could react, his mouth pressed against hers and silenced her. She made a move to push him off of her, but her attempts were futile. Her resistance was gone and she found herself a willing candidate for whatever Wickham was planning to do to her. His hands and mouth were all over her, and she could feel the strong pulse between her thighs. Suddenly, he pulled away. Elizabeth reached out for him with a pleading look on her face, not wanting him to stop. Wickham grinned. Yes, he thought, he had conquered her. He reached for his shirt and pulled it over his head revealing a body Elizabeth did not expect to see. His torso was lean, yet muscular enough, and except for a few battle scars, was perfect. She stared at him in awe. Her eyes then followed his hands as they reached for his pants in frightened anticipation. Her breath caught in her throat as soon as he removed them. Here he was, the man she had become to hate, standing before her, naked. And all she could do was stare.
"Your turn." He said in a husky voice.