AN: Just to show that I'm truly sorry for the delay in posting, I am giving you an extra long chapter to make up for it. It does come with a litte warning attached though; if you don't want to read about our two characters acting very OOC and finally giving into their passion for one another, then I suggest you turn away now...

'Then don't….'

Those two short words echoing through his head had him leaping from the chair with her still in his arms and striding rapidly towards his Mother's reading room. Elizabeth pulled herself out of her stupor to notice the very taut expression on his face.

"May I ask where you are taking me?"

"Somewhere a little more comfortable, do you still have the keys?" Darcy was amazed that he could form complete sentences as his head was clouded with unspent passion and he was determined to remain focused on the single task ahead – getting them out of the connecting study undetected. Elizabeth waved a hand over to where the keys remained on his Mothers desk and wondered what on earth Darcy could be up too, one moment she was asking him to lose total control and the next he was acting like an autonoman…

"Darling, did you ever notice that door by the bookcase in my mother's reading room?" Darcy manoeuvred himself in position to pick up the keys and then realised that he couldn't possibly unlock the door and carry Elizabeth through without causing them both some injury. He set her gently to her feet and kissed her hand. "Wait here for just a moment, my darling. I won't be a moment." Darcy ran back into his study and plucked the envelope from his creased jacket and then raced back into the other room where Elizabeth had propped her bottom on the edge of the smaller version of his own desk. He walked past her to unlock the small door by the bookcase and went back to retrieve her.

"I hadn't really thought about this door for a long time, it connects directly to my mother's suite via a small staircase. Oh, wait. We had better take the keys with us as I am not sure whether the other door will be locked." Darcy darted back into the room and scooped up the keys in one hand, and grasped Elizabeth firmly with the other.

"Well, it certainly explained all of those afternoon 'teas'. If both doors were locked, then your parents could have easily escaped upstairs to your mother's room instead." Elizabeth laid a head against Darcy's shoulder as he hurriedly urged her up the small staircase together.

"Yes, well I'd rather think about us, if you don't mind. No one ever really wants to think about their parent's that way…" Darcy shifted a little uncomfortably and felt Elizabeth kiss his shoulder in comfort. As they reached the top of the little staircase, Darcy was unsurprised to find that the door to his mother's suite of rooms was indeed locked. He slipped the small key inside the lock and was grateful to hear the lock release. He opened the door and led Elizabeth inside, tugging her along as she slowed to take a look around.

"Come, my darling. We have unfinished business that I would rather not continue in here if you don't mind." He swept Elizabeth back up into his arms and strode to a connecting door hidden in the far corner of the room. Going through the door revealed a small dressing room and beyond that was his own bedchamber. The only thought pounding through his brain was that he would finally get to see his beloved where he had imagined her so many times in his dreams.

Darcy set Elizabeth gently to her feet once they reached his bedchamber and leant down to capture her lips in a soft, moist kiss. He breathed a sigh of relief that she seemed to have lost none of her earlier desire and the kiss quickly escalated into a passionate exchange. How did he get so lucky, to have found the one woman that his was perfect match in every way. Had it not been for that small envelope in his pocket, Darcy might have felt guilt for anticipating their marriage vows. Elizabeth, however seemed to have no desire to call things to a halt, if anything now that they were inside his secluded bedchamber she seemed more urgent to learn more about his body than ever. Impatient sets of hands tugged at two sets of clothes, almost ripping seams in the process.

"Slow down, darling. There's no hurry at all." Darcy tried to slow things down a little, worried that for him at least, it would be all over far too soon. Elizabeth practically growled at him for the suggestion and resumed her urgency; tearing his shirt wide open so that she could tangle her fingers in his chest hair. Darcy found himself falling backwards onto his bed, Elizabeth immediately following him anxious not to lose a moment of body contact. He lost himself in sensation, and started just as hastily removing her outer garments to reveal the dewy silkiness of the bare skin hidden only by the thinnest of undergarments. Her nipples were barely contained within the top of her chemise and Darcy groaned audibly as the hard points brushed against his bare chest. Elizabeth smiled at his reaction and deliberately moved her chest from side to side, causing her swollen breasts to drag against his dark curls.

Darcy lost all sanity then and rolled her beneath him, hooking his fingers in the neck of her chemise and tearing it clean down the middle. He buried his head in between her breasts and then latched onto the closest nipple drawing it deep into the warm cavern of his mouth to suckle strongly. Elizabeth's head fell back against the pillows at the sensation, feeling her womb clench with each rhythmic pull and her hands reached up of their own volition to cradle his head closer. Darcy turned his attention to her other breast and could feel Elizabeth's pants sounding harshly in the now overheated bedchamber. Her fingers were now digging into his scalp to tangle in his curls and he relished each sensation. He tore his mouth away from her breasts and left a trail of warm, wet kisses up the side of her neck and across her cheeks, smiling a little at her attempts to force him to meet her lips.

"All in good time, my darling. Patience is a virtue, remember?" It was strange how he could now focus on each sensation rather than the urgency felt when they first entered the room. He pressed a series of light kisses across her face and brow and then at each corner of her mouth.

"Darcy, kiss me, please!" Elizabeth begged hoarsely, desperate to feel his mouth against hers once more.

"As you wish…" Darcy laid a lush, wet open mouthed kiss upon her lips and immediately felt her welcoming response, tongues surging to tangle in a heated duel. Their legs entwined around each other as they rolled across the vast openness of his bed and Darcy struggled to remove his boots and breeches without losing one inch of body contact. He finally managed to tear their lips apart long enough to prise his boots off and was trying to remove his overly tight breeches; he found this even more difficult with Elizabeth plastered across his back, rubbing her breasts against his spine and long, slim fingers reaching around his middle.

"Libby, please! I'm trying to…"

"I just wanted to help!" Disgruntled, Elizabeth sat back on her heels in the middle of the bed and watched the muscles across Darcy's back ripple and flex as he tried to remove the tight breeches from his swollen arousal without losing total control. She sat forwards a little as Darcy finally managed to undo his button with shaking fingers and carefully drew the flap open to reveal the head of his arousal as it bobbed above the waistband of his undergarments. He peeled the trousers down his muscular calves and kicked them off when they tangled around his ankles. He paused for a moment when it came to the removal of his undergarments, and then shrugging his shoulders flung them to the floor as well before turning to face Elizabeth on the bed.

Her gaze slowly ran over his bronzed chest following the path of curling hair as it narrowed into a thin line past his navel. He could feel his arousal jerking upright to lie flat against his stomach as her eyes wandered lower until they widened at the sight of him.

"William, this will never work! How can that possibly fit!" Elizabeth pointed a tremulous finger at his arousal, which was now almost painfully erect. He smiled a little at her expression and leant forward to trace one long, blunt finger down over her tremulous lips, past her neck and straight between her breasts to hover around her navel. Elizabeth gasped as shivers began to wrack her body and found herself leaning into his touch. He reached out his other hand and carefully removed the shredded chemise where it was clinging to her shoulders, taking a moment to gaze in admiration at the full splendour of her nudity. Darcy gently pressed her back against the pillows and nudged her legs apart with a firm knee. Settling himself between her hot thighs, he made sure that he kept his arousal from touching her for the moment.

Darcy kept their eyes in contact as he slowly used his fingers and hands to sweep over Elizabeth's body.

"Your skin is flushed and see how your lips part whenever we come close," he rubbed a finger over her slightly parted lips and over her high cheekbones that were flushed a light pink with desire.

"And see here, how your nipples tighten with just the slightest of touches…" Darcy moved his body a little lower on the bed and puffed warm air over her breast, watching the nipple bud with wanting; pressing a small kiss to each nipple before moving down to lay a line of kisses between her breasts and navel. He looked up between his lashes to gauge her reaction, Elizabeth was completely flushed from her cheeks, right down to her neck and her lips were parted as she sought to control her breathing. Darcy's tongue darted out to circle her navel and felt her stomach muscles clench in reaction.

Elizabeth was lost as each sensation seemed to magnify to ripple over her body. Her legs fell open even further, and Darcy took the opportunity to scoot even closer. His hands raced over her stomach and she felt one hand slip to tickle the back of her knee before moving slowly up and around the top of her thigh.

Darcy moved back slightly, concentrating on the path his fingers were wending; gauging her reaction at every step; he honestly had no idea what he was doing, going by instinct alone. He rubbed a finger in concentric circles around her navel and then followed a line straight down towards the downy hair covering her femininity. As his finger gently rubbed and tugged at the short curls, Elizabeth felt heat pooling deep within her and clenched her fingers around fistfuls of the bedsheets. Darcy slipped his finger into the gap at the top of her legs and gently rubbed along the slit at the top of her mound; almost gasping at the heat that drenched his blunt finger.

"God, Darcy do that again!" Elizabeth panted hoarsely from above him and Darcy bent his head to concentrate on bringing her pleasure. He gently blew on her navel, making her legs fall apart even wider and he took the opportunity to slip one finger carefully into her warm depths. Elizabeth raised her hips involuntarily at the feeling of his finger moving in and out in a slow rhythm. Darcy removed his finger only to insert two, gently stretching her in preparation. He could feel her tensing against him and quickened his motion, slightly crooking his finger as he did so. Elizabeth knees pressed together, forcing his fingers deeper and she felt a series of tingles deep inside building pressure as the tip of his middle finger brushed against just the right spot. Darcy moved his fingers faster and faster, kneading her pubic bone with his other hand until Elizabeth gave a sharp cry and tensed up against his fingers, flooding them with her climax. He slowly withdrew his fingers, gently caressing her as he did so, causing further ripples of excitement to pool deep inside her belly. He placed a gentle kiss on her stomach and then a little lower down, and then a little lower still until his mouth was hovering over her wet folds. The sight of her glistening lower lips almost caused him to plunge straight into her, but Darcy wanted to be sure that Elizabeth was completely ready for him.

His tongue darted out to capture a drop of her essence and Darcy groaned at the sweet, musky taste of her. Elizabeth moaned above at the touch of his tongue, too lost in sensation to realise what he was actually doing. At her reaction, Darcy placed a hand under both of her thighs and lifted her a little higher so that her back remained flat against the bed, but her lower limbs were at a perfect height for him to gaze upon her flushed and swollen femininity.

"Ah, Libby – the sight of you takes my breath away. I just have to have one little taste…" Darcy breathed softly and slowly bent his head, slipping his tongue into her slick folds in a quick stabbing motion. He felt his eyes almost roll back into his head as the taste of her flooded his mouth, and he moved his tongue from side to side, lapping up as much of her essence as he could. He licked at her and then sucked her small nub of desire into his mouth, causing Elizabeth to emit a high pitched scream.

"William, oh…oh…aahhhh!" As he suckled and then thrust his tongue between her folds, Elizabeth reached climax again and he tasted her essence flooding his mouth; relishing the taste of her sweetness. He pulled his mouth reluctantly away and whilst she was still boneless with aftershocks, moving up her body to settle himself between her thighs. He reached down a hand and guided himself into place. Gauging that she was as fully relaxed enough to accept him, Darcy pushed forward with one smooth thrust and penetrated her fully. Elizabeth tensed up at his first invasion and tears pricked behind her eyelids at the pinching sensation as he tore through her maidenhead.

"Shh…just relax." Darcy held himself still for a moment and gently wiped away the single teardrop. He was fighting back the impulse to move, giving Elizabeth time to get used to the feel of him deep within her. As he felt her muscles unclench, he slowly withdrew until only the tip of him remained within her and the pressed forward gently. He kept the rhythm gentle and slow until he felt her begin to rock against him. Pressing a hand to her hip, Darcy controlled her movements until they fell into synchronicity. He shifted his weight onto his elbows so that Elizabeth could only feel his lower body moving easily in and out of her. She moaned as he slowly picked up speed and started to thrust deeper and deeper. Their hands clasped each other and Darcy leant down to capture her lips in a long, heated kiss; their tongues echoing the movements of the rest of their body. Elizabeth felt a haze of perspiration gathering over her body and felt the sensations beginning to spiral out of control, she stiffened in his arms exploding with delight. Darcy felt her inner muscles clamping around his arousal and his movements grew more frantic as he pounded into her relentlessly before his back stiffened and he felt himself releasing his essence deep within her womb. Her body continued to pulse internally, clamping and releasing his organ; milking him of every last drop. He collapsed against the bed, breathing heavily as his erection slipped out to lie relaxed against his thigh.

"Well, Mr. Darcy – that was very…informative…" Elizabeth stretched out a hand to caress that stubborn curl that had once again fallen over his brow.

"Can't….speak…need…moment…" Darcy could barely lift his head from the pillow, but opened one eye to check that Elizabeth was not distressed in any way; exhaustion was tugging at his every pore and he struggled to catch his breath. Elizabeth on the other hand, was almost boneless in relaxation and stretched out her hands above her head as she turned on her back to stare at the ceiling. The position caused her still erect nipples to thrust upwards and Darcy weakly reached out a hand to caress the one nearest to him, only to find that he only had the strength to reach as far as her stomach.

"Are you alright, darling? I didn't hurt you?" He murmured sleepily, Elizabeth scooted lower on the bed, so that she could caress his cheek.

"No, William I am fine. It did hurt a little at first, but you more than made up for it later."

"Mmmm, glad." Darcy nudged his head over until it was nestled against her breasts, he nuzzled into them and Elizabeth felt a quiet snore. She looked down to see him gently suckling at her breast in his sleep, a small smile of satisfaction crept over her face at the thought that she had managed to bring him pleasure. Elizabeth gently extracted her breast from his mouth, ignoring his quiet grumble of annoyance, his hand the side of the bed before he rolled over to his stomach and fell deeper into sleep.