Chapter 31

A day later Darcy sat in his study considering his wife. He enjoyed bringing her to sexual release every night in his bed, and a few times during the day as well. This morning she had asked him about consummating their marriage. He had told her once again that they would do so when the time was right and that he wanted to introduce her to other ways for a him to bring about her pleasure first. She had accepted his answer again for now, but he knew soon she would want more of an explanation.

She had grown bolder about wanting to ensure his own sexual release and pleasure as well. Not wishing to spend in his breeches or his new sleeping trousers he had successfully used pleasuring her to distract her from running her fingers over the length of him to bring him to release like she had once before. Yesterday when he had brought her to orgasim in the library she had undone one of his buttons before he realized what her intent was rather then stroking him through his breeches like she usually attempted before he distracted her. Knowing she would sleep after she was saited he had been tempted to flick open his breeches and bring himself to release in a handkerchief while he held her as she slept to relieve the pain in his balls from his repeated arousal and anticipation of orgasiming, but then not releasing, but had refrained.

As much as he wanted the feel of her hand on his naked manhood, he was worried about frightening her if she saw the size of him fully aroused. He had never given his size much consideration but it had recently occured to him that his wife might be frightened to know her body was supposed to take him in once they consummated their marriage. He was frightened of how even if he did not lose himself in senation and remembered to be gentle, he would fit in her since he knew how small and tight she was around his fingers. Now in addition to hurting her, if he forgot himself causing her to fear him, he did not want to lose her love. He adored the breathy way she would mummer she loved him as she drifted off to sleep saited in his arms.

He glanced down at the work lined up on his desk and frowned. He did not want to be seeing to his estate business, he wanted to be bringing out those little whimpers of desire from his wife's mouth. He had just decided to go find her and entice her away for some private time with him, when the door of his study opened and she peeked her head in asking if he had a moment to explain something to her about the household accounts. Darcy grinned wolfishly at her and grasping her hand tugged her into the room closing and locking the door behind her. Telling her he had plenty of time but had another matter to attend to first. As he tugged her towards his desk, he briefly gave thanks that the study had been designed with extra thick walls to keep the master from being disturbed at his work by the noises of the household outside its doors. In the library yesterday he had had to be careful with Elizabeth's cries of pleasure, but in here he could make her scream loudly and he knew just how he wanted to.

"Do you trust me, Elizabeth? Will you let me give you pleasure?" Darcy asked her softly as he lifted her by the waist to sit on the edge of his desk. Elizabeth nodded in bewilderment. He flicked her skirts up reveling the lower half of her body. He crouched down and as he was eye level with her womanhood he had traced a finger around it gently. "Hold on to desk, Elizabeth," Darcy had said hoaresly. "I am going to make you scream in ecstasy," he told her as he blew gently on her flesh watching as she whimpered and arched toward the finger that was circling her. Without another word he had his mouth on her. She bucked her hips and whimpered but he held her in place with his hands at her waist. As she whimpered and moaned, he could feel his own arousal growing as he tasted her. He was dimly aware of her criess of pleasure as he tasted her orgasim and felt his own release happen from doing so.

Before Elizabeth could say anything, her body still trembling from her release, Darcy watched fascinated as he gently prodded her with his pinky, slipping it into her and feeling her body tighten around it. He withdrew his finger and said huskily, "I do believe you can do that again my love," before putting his mouth back on her and bringing her to screaming ecstasy again.

Afterwards he had helped a shaky Elizabeth off his desk. She had asked about his release, her words slurred from her own unusually intense orgasims. He had gently told her it was not necessary. When she made to reach for his breeches, he intercepted her hand and said, "I found my release from the taste and sound of your first release, Elizabeth."

Elizabeth blinked at him and innocently asked, "Should I do to you with my mouth what you did to me for your second release?"

Darcy felt lust rip through him but told her no and craddled her into his lap as he sat in his chair, content to hold her. He rubbed soothing circles on her back, knowing after two such intense orgasims she would fall asleep easily as he had discovered was her habit aftet he brought her to release.. He decided he would definitely have to have a small loveseat of some sort moved into his study for his wife's comfort. Perhaps even a smaller desk and they could share the room, so he need not be separated from her while he worked and she wrote letters or saw to the household accounts. He would have the same changes made to his study at Pemberley, he decided. It was more spacious then this one and he considered that a wide chaise lounge would be advantageous there.

Darcy wanted to bring Elizabeth home to Pemberley. He had dreamed of her there for so long. He had had breakfast with her there in his dreams. She had enjoyed his cook's blackberry preserves and sipped her tea delicatly. At Netherfield, in addition to noticing for her preference for berry presserves over others fruit preserves, he had noted that she enjoyed reading the paper, and not the society pages like most ladies. In his dreams they had shared the paper and discussed what was in it. After breakfast he would walk with her outside in the garden and enjoy just being in her presence, before he would awake alone in his bed.

In other dreams of her at Pemberley with him, he had envisioned her playing music on the pianoforte with Georgiana while he listened. She had laughed merrily and enticed his depressed sister out of her melancholy with her playful manner and livley playing, causing Georgiana to smile again. Leaving Georgiana to practice they would walk hand in hand to the library, where they would sit next to each other on the couch, her feet under her with her curled up into his side, similar to how he had caught her sitting in the Netherfield library once before she noticed his presence. Of course in his dreams she was curled up against him, not the side of the sofa like she had been then. As they both read she would let him twirl and play with the curls that fell out of their pins. Ever since he had seen her twirling a loose curl at Netherfield for the first time while she read one evening during her stay, he had wished to do the same. Seeing her engage in the habit each subsequent time had only heightened his wish to do so.

Darcy carassed Elizabeth's neck and gently twirled a lose curl that lay upon it that had fallen from her pins during her orgasim on his desk. Gently he slowly began searching in her hair and pulling out her remaning hair pins, until it fell unbound down around her. He had seen her at night with her hair in a braid but never with it all the way down and unbound. He ran his fingers through the silky strands. He hoped he could convince her to forgo the braid at night in the future so he could see it unbound across his pillow and fist his hands into its softness. He grapsed a handful of it and twirled it around his hand, before twirling his hand the opposite way and releasing it. His hand was engaged in smoothing her hair when he heard a knock on his study door.

Darcy considered ignoring it, but realizing it could be important he stood up slowly, Elizabeth stirred in his arms and blinked sleepily up at him. "Someone is at the door, my love" Darcy said as he set her back down in his chair and then stode to open the door partially to see why he was needed.

On the other side of the door his housekeeper was wringing her hands nervously and said, "It is Lady Catherine. She is here. Woodson has denied her entry like you requested, but she refuses to leave and has her cane wedged into the door so he cannot close it. She is attempting to push her way past him."

"Damn it," Darcy cursed and then quickly apologized. "My apologies. I will be there momentarily to deal with the situation."

Closing the door he strode back to Elizabeth and gently waking her he said, "Lady Catherine is here and attempting to force entry into the house. I am going to go deal with her. You wait here." He gave her lips a quick kiss, whispered, "I love you," and left the room.

Elizabeth quickly assesing the situation, began frantically looking for her hair pins to put her hair back up so she could join her husband. She knew just how angry he was at Lady Catherine for putting her in the situation she was in when he came upon the post coach with her and the two men. Unable to find all her pins she gave up and left the room, requesting a note be sent to Matlock House alerting Lord Matlock and Edmund to the fact that Lady Catherine was in town. Edmund had told her the yesterday, "When the old bat shows her face, be sure to send for me and Freddy. Darcy shouldn't have to deal with her alone. We will support him."

Then she followed the sound of angry voices to the front hall. Lady Catherine was waving her cane in the air and decrying Darcy's marriage to her. Elizabeth had never seen her husband look so angry. He in one swift motion grabbed her cane from her and tossed it aside uncarring when a vase crashed to the floor from the force of impact from the cane, before raising to his full height, towering over her and thundering at her to be silent. Lady Catherine shrank back from his anger and sputtered but said nothing.

"You will cease speaking," Darcy angrily yelled at her. "I have no desire to hear a single word from your mouth. You are a vile bitter old woman. I do not care that you were once my aunt." Booming each word harshily, slamming his fist into the wall next to him he said, "You are dead to me." His face reflecting the disgust he felt, he leaned down over her and said his tone harsh, "You put the woman I love in danger. I should wrap my hands around your neck and squeeze until you are no longer able to speak. But I touch my wife with my hands and I will not soil them by touching you. Get the bloody hell out of my house and if you ever come near my wife or my sister, I will destroy you," Darcy yelled straighting up and taking a step back.

Elizabeth watched wide eyed and considered that if she did not love her husband she might have been terrified to see him like this. She had never seen a male so angry in her entire life. She could practically feel the urge to do violence radiating off of him with his anger.

"Well I," Lady Catherine began to say angrily once he was no longer looming over her.

"Get out!" Darcy yelled harshly. "Get out!" His face a mask of rage, Lady Catherine took a hasty step backwards as he came toward her. Seeing he was about to reach out and grab Lady Catherine to physically remove her, Elizabeth darted forward and wrapped her arms around her husband's torso from behind, hugging him.

Darcy froze when he felt his wife wrap her arms around him. He had been so intent on throwing Lady Catherine from the premises, bodily if need be, that he had not heard her enter the front hall. He had never raised a hand in anger to a female, but he had no other thought then throwing Lady Catherine from Elizabeth's home, a place where Elizabeth should feel safe and not have to fear any danger. Forgetting about Lady Catherine. He tentatively grasped one of the delicate wrists around his waist. Holding it lightly he turned around partway to see her. Seeing no fear on her face he crushed her to him. Lady Catherine began to speak but two footman grasped her by her arms and hauled her to the door that the butler promptly opened and set her down outside it, screaming in fury while they darted back inside and Woodson slammed the door closed and dropped the bar over it before quickly ushering the footman out of the hallway where Darcy was passionately kissing his wife with abandon.

Elizabeth gasped as Darcy kissed her with no restraint. She dimly realized that she was no longer touching the floor but could barely comprehend anything other then Darcy's lips on hers. His tounge seemed to touch every surface in her mouth and she could feel her desire for him building She was vaguely aware of the low moans and whimpers of desire that came from her and seemed to increase his urgency to kiss her and hold her close.

Darcy reveled in the sensation of Elizabeth in his arms as he ravished her mouth with his. He held her crushed against him as all of his anger turned into passionate love for the woman in his arms. Feeling her response and grateful to have her in his life, Darcy slowly gentled the kiss until it was a light caresses of his lips on hers. Pulling back he gently lowered her to the ground and leaned down to rest his forehead against her head his arms around her.

How long he would have stood with her loosely held in his arms Darcy did not know, when he heard his Uncle Edmund say, "Routed the old bat already, did you? Freddy and I snuck in the servant's entrance as Lady Catherine was climbing into her coach screaming her head off and making all kinds of wild threats."

"What are you doing here?" Darcy asked in surprise.

"Got Lizzy's note. Told her if Lady Catherine attempted to storm the castle to send for me and Freddy. Shouldn't have to deal with the old tarter alone. We appear to have missed the show."

"Yes, and I had quite looked forward to sending my elder sister off with a flea in her ear," Lord Matlock said. "She avoids me, so I rarely get the joy of giving her a proper set down or hear her receive one."

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Lady Catherine was most seriously displeased. First her nephew had her unceremoniously thrown from Darcy House after he got himself entangled with an unsuitable woman after she thought she had successfully disposed of her and now she was forced to put up at a hotel rather then her future son-in-law's luxurious townhome.

"You cannot ask me to leave! Do you know who I am?" Lady Catherine overheard a woman in an orange gown demand shrilly.