Where there is much expression of lust and love.

CHAPTER 7

Mrs. Elizabeth Darcy paced her room at Pemberley, feeling excited and nervous all at once. After hearing her husband confess his love, she knew their union was founded on more than mere desire and duty. And it was now imperative that Elizabeth express her own tender affections to him.

"How shall I express it?" Elizabeth mused, her face flushing and she bit her plump lower lip in contemplation.

Suddenly, a rap upon her door caused her breath to catch. Elizabeth straightened, her heart pounding as though endeavoring to escape her breast. Taking a fortifying breath, she threw open the door to find Mr. Darcy standing without, a roguish grin lighting his handsome features.

"My dearest Elizabeth," he said, stepping closer with a hungry gleam in his eye. Elizabeth's flush deepened as she stepped back, her hands fluttering at her sides.

Mr. Darcy's playful mien faltered as he discerned her discomfiture. "Forgive me," he uttered, hesitating in the doorway. "I had thought from your letter-?"

"Come in," Elizabeth said, feeling for all like she was making a hash of things.

"I did not mean to distress you." Mr. Darcy's gaze turned inward, a sheepish look mantling his countenance as he struggled to find the right words. "I think my ardent affections ran away with me," he confessed, hazarding a glance at her from beneath his eyelashes.

Elizabeth's breath caught anew at the vulnerability in her husband's gaze. Now, knowing Mr. Darcy's true feelings, Elizabeth realized he had been showing his love since even before their garden kiss. Mr. Darcy had been unfailingly considerate, and he'd asked after her interests and ensured his efforts exceeded them. Her gaze flitted to the small shelf of books, her favorites, that he had placed in this very room. And when he'd put his hands on her, each delicious caress had been an expression of love.

Summoning her courage, she reached out and clasped his hand, stilling its fretful twitching." Then we are much alike, sir," she whispered, "for I overheard your impassioned declaration to Mrs. Reynolds, and my feelings are the same."

"You heard that?" Mr. Darcy stared at her, bewildered hope dawning in his eyes.

"I did," Elizabeth smiled tremulously up at him. "And in case you still misunderstand, let me be clear. You have stolen my heart, Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy, as much I have stolen yours."

Mr. Darcy gazed at her for a long moment, understanding breaking across his face in a joyous smile. He gathered Elizabeth into his arms, laughter and tears mingling as they echoed the words they had so longed to share.

Mr. Darcy took Elizabeth's hand, his fingers entwining with hers, his skin warm, hers tingling with desire and love. Her heart swelled with joy, and she allowed herself to be swept up in the whirlwind of their love, trusting that the winds of fate had finally led her to the place she was always meant to be–in the arms of Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy.

"Dearest Elizabeth," Mr. Darcy murmured, his voice rich with emotion, "you have stolen my heart completely and utterly."

The world ceased to exist as they entwined themselves in each other's arms, their lips finding each other as they reveled in their newfound love. Mr. Darcy pulled Elizabeth close, her curves molding against his body as their lips met in a passionate embrace. His strong arms encircled her waist, and he ran his fingers through her hair as the kiss intensified. He savored the feel of her full, soft lips pressed to his own. She clung to him, her body trembling as he explored her mouth, his hands running through her hair.

"Elizabeth," Mr. Darcy whispered, his lips trailing down her neck as he peppered her skin with gentle kisses. "My dear, sweet Elizabeth."

Elizabeth moaned softly as she felt his lips moving across her skin, his fingers tracing circles on her back. Heat built between them, the flames of their passion intensifying with every passing moment. His touch was like fire, leaving her breathless and wanting more. His manhood pressed against her as his kisses grew more passionate, more insistent. He trailed them across her collarbone and down to the swell of her breasts. Elizabeth gasped as he cupped her breasts, his thumbs caressing her nipples through the fabric of her gown.

"Mr. Da-! Fitzwilliam," she breathed, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through her body.

"That's right," her husband said, his voice husky with desire as his lips descended upon hers once more. "I love it when you say my name."

"Fitzwilliam," she repeated softly, their lips meeting again in a fervent kiss. Elizabeth wanted to touch every part of her husband. The desire to explore his body was overwhelming, and she felt a deep longing for something she couldn't explain.

He tugged her closer, his lips remaining locked with hers as his hands expertly worked the buttons of her gown. She gasped in pleasure as the fabric loosened around her body and he began to undress her, exposing her skin to his gaze. His fingers skimmed across her breasts, tracing over them lightly as if savoring each moment that passed between them.

"You are exquisite," he breathed, eyes dark with passion as they roved across her bare form. Elizabeth flushed at his praise, a thrill coursing through her at the intensity of his gaze.

He buried his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply before trailing kisses along the curve of her shoulder and down towards her chest. Elizabeth shivered in delight as he lavished her breasts with attention, teasing her sensitive peaks until they stood erect. She arched into him with a soft cry, barely able to contain the ecstasy building within.

His lips traveled lower, hands kneading her hips as he traced a path of fire over her abdomen towards the apex of her thighs. Elizabeth gasped, trembling in anticipation of where his mouth might go next. But he drew back, watching her with eyes gleaming mischievously.

"Not yet, my love," he purred. "I mean to savor you."

Elizabeth reached up, eager to explore his body in the same tantalizing manner. She ran her fingers along the hard ridges of his abdomen, feeling the warmth of his skin against hers. His body trembled with desire beneath her gentle touch, and she found herself wanting more, desperate to feel every part of him inside and out.

When her hand brushed against his hardened manhood, Elizabeth drew a sharp breath. At her touch, his eyes fluttered closed and he let out a soft groan that awoke something primal within her.

"You undo me," he rasped, voice rough with longing. He took her mouth in a searing kiss as she stroked him unabashedly, relishing the feel of him in her hands.

He broke away, meeting her gaze with a mix of tenderness and passion that made her heart clench. "I love you," he said fervently, "Today, tomorrow, and always."

Joy flooded Elizabeth's heart at his words. "As I love you, Fitzwilliam. Now and forever."

With a growl, he pulled her into a crushing embrace and rolled onto his back, settling her atop him. Elizabeth smiled down at her husband, desire burning in her eyes as she positioned herself above his rigid arousal. Then, heart pounding, she sank onto him in torturous leisure—breath catching, eyes fluttering closed at the thrill of him filling her so completely. He was thick and hard inside her, stretching her deliciously as she took him in inch by inch.

Her husband groaned, hands tightening around her hips in an iron grip. "God, Elizabeth...so wet, so tight. You feel exquisite."

A surge of feminine power rushed through her at rendering him so undone. She leaned down, breasts brushing his chest, and whispered in his ear, "You like how I feel around you?"

His answering growl set her nerves aflame. "My Elizabeth," he rasped, and rolled them over in a swift motion that left her gasping. He rose up on his forearms, eyes molten as he gazed down at her. "Now, I mean to have you."

With that, he began to move in a steady rhythm that soon robbed Elizabeth of coherent thought. She could only feel—the thick slide of him within her folds, the brush of wiry hair against her sensitized skin, his hot breath fanning her neck as he panted in exertion.

Her world narrowed to the vision of his taut body moving above her, muscles rippling under flushed skin with every thrust. The coil of arousal within grew tighter and tighter until she thought she might shatter from the ecstasy.

"Please," she whimpered. "Fitzwilliam..."

As if sensing how close she was, he slipped a hand between them and stroked her most sensitive nub. At the shock of pleasure that jolted through her, Elizabeth cried out—back arching, inner walls clenching around him as the coil released in shattering bursts of bliss.

He plunged into her once, twice more before stilling with a shout, spilling his essence in hot spurts while shudders wracked his powerful frame.

For endless, timeless moments they lay joined, panting harshly against each other's necks. Her husband gathered her close, wrapping Elizabeth in his embrace as aftershocks continued to pulse around him.

"I love you," he rasped, kissing her tenderly. "Today, tomorrow, and always."

Elizabeth smiled, smoothing damp curls from his forehead. "And I you," she whispered. "Now and forever."

Her husband's answering grin was pure masculine satisfaction. "Forever begins now, Mrs. Darcy."

She laughed, joy suffusing her heart, and pulled him down for another searing kiss. Oh yes, forever with Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy was all she needed and everything she had always wanted.

THANK YOU FOR READING! Next is a short epilogue. I hope you have enjoyed this so far. It's been a delight having everyone along for the ride! Let me know what you think. Your comments give me joy :)