Some of you will like this chapter, some of you will not. I think based on the concept of my story it is needed. Hope you enjoy!
Chapter 17
Elizabeth was thankful that her father was visiting the Gardiners, and that the nurse had the children out of doors, it made sneaking around the large house much easier with three less people. Elizabeth knew of all the secrets of the old home, she and William had used them greatly, and knew how to get to certain rooms unnoticed.
The chance of getting caught as she pulled Darcy along the empty corridors, making her heart race, and the feel of Darcy's warm body against her back edged her on faster, until they were clear, and inside her chambers, to which she locked the door and jumped into his arms.
The servants of Devonshire House were loyal to their mistress, she need not worry.
Their kiss was as passionate as it was before in the sitting room downstairs as Darcy flipped their positions and pressed her against the door, leaning into her as he caressed the soft skin around her neck and chest, as he pushed the shoulder of her dress down, exposing more of her. He groaned, She was more beautiful than in any of his dreams, and he had yet to see all of her.
Elizabeth, was not an innocent, therefore knew exactly what she was doing, as she started to undo his cravat, running her hands along his chest as she undid his shirt slowly, letting them linger among the smooth planes of his perfect body. She was besotted, and eager for more.
She knew what she wanted, and she wanted him. It had been far too long.
She finally succeeded in pushing his shirt off when he picked her up, making her gasp in surprise. "Are you sure Elizabeth?" His voice full of love and desire. He laid her on the bed then stood to look down at her.
Elizabeth was having a hard time concentrating on his question, she was too focused on how handsome he was. "Yes," she moaned, then reached out for him. He needed no further persuasion, and joined her on the bed.
"I adore you my Elizabeth," his whispered endearment sent chills through her body.
Elizabeth for the first time since her husband's death felt free, she stopped and stared up into his blue eyes, so deep, and full effect of his love shown through. "Too long I have waited, yet I do not have to any longer. For in this short time I have known you, I have come to realize that you are one of the best men of my acquaintance." She looked down, "I should have told you sooner, but I had not put to rest the fact that I was holding onto the last part of him, and it was holding me back. You have taught me much of myself this last month, and I feel most myself when I'm with you. I love you, my soul. And with that I receive great honor of adoring one of the most honorable men in the whole world. I fear my words do no justice to my feelings." With that she reached over and pulled him on top of her. "I could do much worse," She teased, and he grinned.
He removed her gown and shift and tossed them onto the floor with abandonment as he buried his face in the breasts that had haunted his dreams for the last month and a half. He thought he was in a dream right now. If he was he did not want to wake up.
For a while no words were spoken, unless they were terms of affection, their bodies spoke for them as the lovers sated their lust in ways that some could only dream of. They reached their completion at the same time as they cried the others name in ecstasy.
Elizabeth woke up a hour later, to Darcy rearranging his clothes. "I didn't want to wake you. You looked to peaceful." She sat up and sheets cradled around her waist, to which Darcy's eyes clouded with desire and she giggled. "You are beautiful, my Elizabeth." He leaned down and placed a kiss on her soft lips.
"Then who is going to sneak you out of this house," she teased and reached for her gown, as he chuckled.
"You are always right Elizabeth." No one could say her name as he.
"It will do you well to remember that." she had finished with her gown, and had fixed her hair, and reached out for his hand. "Come. You must go." and she pulled him back through the passages and into the sitting room, where sure the butler heard her dismiss him.
"I will see you the, tomorrow Mr. Darcy. Supper at Darcy house. My father will be so happy to see a familiar face. He will tell you he is old, and he cannot remember anybody he meets in the large city." Darcy's eyes were light with amusement as he left, his step, lighter than it had been in years.
Darcy arrived at Darcy House an hour later, ready to plan this impromptu dinner that his love had thrown on him, and to his surprise, he was told he had a visitor in the parlor room. "She did not give a name, sir. She said you were expecting her." Darcy figured it was Georgiana come to surprise him. He entered the parlor and closed the door, looking around the room for his visitor.
His surprise was great when he saw the woman laid across one of the chaises, dressed in nothing but a ruby necklace.
His mother's ruby necklace.
"CAROLINE!"