AN: Just a short chapter today, but the raciness should more than make up for it, hopefully! I've got another couple of chapters in the pipeline but was then thinking of leaving there...or do you want to see the whole Lydia debacle rear its ugly head? We've managed to avoid it so far and it has been re-written so many times that I wondered whether or not to just leave it out of this one - maybe do a sequel a little further into their marriage? Let me know your thoughts...

Tearing his mouth away, Darcy leant panting against Elizabeth for a moment before rising to his feet and held out a hand to draw her up. He crossed over to the armchair and sat down arranging Elizabeth comfortably on his lap. She settled back against her chest and waved her left hand – her empty left hand in the air. Darcy reached down to fetch the ring, only to bounce up to his feet when he realised that they had left the ring lying carelessly on the carpet. He nearly dropped Elizabeth to the floor but managed to keep a secure grip as he reached down to rescue the abandoned ring. They settled back into the chair and Darcy gently pushed the ring onto her finger and reverently placed a kiss above where it rested. Elizabeth sighed gently and turned in his lap to face him. She slowly reached up to caress his cheek and captured a tiny tear that had escaped from his eye. Darcy felt no shame at the expression of his overwhelming emotions, for there was no way of hiding them from his beloved any longer.

"Elizabeth, my darling…I…" Finding himself unable to continue, Darcy merely shook his head slowly and rested his head against her soft breasts. Elizabeth reached up and ran her hand through his curls, loving the way the silken strands clung to her fingers.

"Oh, William….By the way did I happen to mention that I locked the do…" Before she could even finish the sentence, Elizabeth found herself completely unable to speak as Darcy had captured her mouth completely with his own. It was as if all barriers between them had finally been broken down, and Darcy was finally able to release his inner primal male. He tightened his grip on her waist, and turned her in his lap so that her legs were pressed either side of his own, forcing her skirts to rise up to her knees and revealing her silken stockings. Darcy rubbed his hand over the smooth glide of her leg and allowed his hand to delicately tickle the back of her knee, relishing the little wiggle that forced Elizabeth to squirm a little closer in his lap.

"Mmmm…." She murmured against his lip and he took that opportunity to slip the tip of his tongue through her slightly parted lips. He could taste the faint tang of chocolate on her breath and probed further to stroke along the bumps of her tongue. She shyly returned the caress and he groaned in delight as their tongues tangled in rising passion. Darcy continued to trace a faint path from the back of her knee up a little higher towards her thigh, before bringing his hand around to the front of her dress and raising it higher until it rested just underneath her now heaving breasts.

He smiled a little against her mouth as he felt Elizabeth shift a little in protest, wanting his hand back where it started. Darcy didn't think that either of them was ready for that particular intimacy just yet, but he could still bring her pleasure just in another form. He let his fingers toy with the ties at the front of her bodice, still pressing heavy, moist kisses against her mouth and throat. One finger slipped beneath the ties and over the top swell of one breast. Elizabeth pressed closer and tore her mouth away to hide her burning face against the side of his neck.

"William, please…"

"Stop or don't stop." Darcy paused in his caressing for a moment, struggling to rein in his raging passions. Elizabeth continued to pant against his neck, leaving moist kisses in her wake. She couldn't find the words to express the gamut of her emotions, so merely grabbed his wandering hand and pressed it firmer against her breast, forcing her nipple against his palm. Darcy groaned at the sensation and slipped his hand underneath her bodice and undergarment so that he could feel her nipple pebble even harder in his firm grasp. He lowered his hand so that her soft breast plumped in his hand, where he gently weighed it before massaging gently pressing into her softness. With his other hand he pressed against the small of her back pressing her firmly against his raging staff. Lost in sensation, Elizabeth rocked slightly in Darcy's embrace and felt him shudder in reaction. She knew exactly where his hands were and prayed that he would never stop his caress, and could feel the warmth pooling deep within her belly. Her own hands had not been idle, one was clenching his muscular forearm tightly and the other was entrenched deep within the open neck of his gaping shirt. She risked raking her fingers down the curling hairs of his chest and felt his grip tighten momentarily on her breast before resuming the sensual massage. Elizabeth slowly withdrew her hand from Darcy's forearm and began sliding it around to join her other hand on his chest, pulling his shirt apart even further as she did so. Darcy bent his head to nuzzle the side of her neck, loving the feeling of her fingernails raking through his chest hair. He released his hold on her breast and leant back against the back of the chair giving Elizabeth unrestricted access to his open body. Although she missed his touch on her body, Elizabeth relished the opportunity to explore. She raised herself up a little on his lap and felt Darcy grip her waist to resettle her firmer on his strong thighs. She let her fingers drift across Darcy's chest, fascinated by the ripples across his pectorals every time her fingers touched him. A faint smile crossed her lips as she pressed a finger gently against the brown circular discs of his nipples buried within his dark chest hair, feeling them tightly furl against her fingertips. Daringly she dropped her fingers lower and lower until they danced across the button holding his breeches flap closed.

"Elizabeth…" Darcy hissed a warning, knowing that if her finger drifted a few millimetres lower she would find the very tip of him trying to press itself into her waiting hand.

"Yes, Mr. Darcy?" Elizabeth pressed a lush open mouthed kiss against his chest, she felt him rumble against her lips as he groaned aloud and then he forcibly raised her up, dragging her breasts against his bare chest and began to ravage her mouth; thrusting in and out in a blatant suggestion of what his body really wanted from her.

Elizabeth grabbed onto Darcy's shoulders in an effort to keep herself from overbalancing. His hands firmly grasped her buttocks, fingers tight enough to leave finger marks later, and kept her pressed tight against his lower half. There was no escaping the evidence of his desire for her as it was at that very moment trying to rise above his waist band desperate for relief. Darcy wrapped a hand around the back of her neck and pressed her flushed face into his chest, gasping for control. The damp heat of her arousal was almost scorching against his thigh and almost caused him to lose total control, but he was determined to keep himself from exploding in his trousers like an untried schoolboy.

"Libby, I would be much obliged if you were to keep very still for a few moments." He barely breathed against the back of her neck, which of course caused her to shiver in reaction causing her pelvis to brush up against his throbbing staff and that slightest touch was enough to make his body jerk against her pelvis. "Dammit woman, I'm trying very hard not to control myself…." He hissed between clenched teeth and was startled to hear a soft breathy comment –

"Then don't..."