Page 23 of Mr. Darcy's Storm of Temptation

"Fitzwilliam, please," she gasped, her hands tangled in his hair. "I need more. I ache everywhere."

"I know, my love," he promised, his mouth trailing lower, across her stomach. "I can smell how ready you are for me. So sweet, so perfect."

When his mouth found the center of her, she nearly screamed from the sensation. This was different from his fingers in the library. This was hot and wet and overwhelming. He held her steady as he devoured her, using his tongue in ways that made her see stars.

"I have wanted to taste you for so long," he groaned against her sensitive flesh. "Since that night in the library, I have dreamed of this, of having you spread beneath me, crying out my name."

The pleasure built impossibly high, that familiar coiling in her belly that she now recognized, but stronger, more intense.

"Fitzwilliam," she cried, her hands fisting in the sheets. "I cannot bear it. It is too much."

"Let go," he commanded against her. "Let go, my love. I have you."

She shattered, pleasure crashing over her in waves so intense her vision went white. Her body convulsed, inner muscles clenching rhythmically, and she heard herself crying out his name over and over.

When she came back to herself, he was kissing his way back up her body, settling between her thighs. She could feel him there:hot, hard, thick, pressing against her entrance, and her body, still pulsing from her release, clenched with desperate want.

"This may hurt," he warned, though she could see the strain in his jaw, the effort it took to go slow.

"I need you inside me," she said boldly, pulling him down for a kiss. "Please, I feel so empty. Fill me. Make me yours completely."

He entered her slowly, carefully, stretching her in ways that should have been uncomfortable but instead felt right. There was a sharp pain as he breached her maidenhead, but it faded quickly, replaced by the most extraordinary sensation of fullness.

"Oh God," she gasped, her eyes flying wide. "Oh, Fitzwilliam, you are so deep, so big. I can feel you everywhere."

"You are so tight," he groaned, his forehead pressed to hers, his whole body shaking with restraint. "So perfect. Like you were made for me."

"I was," she said simply. "We were made for each other."

Experimentally, she shifted her hips, and they both gasped at the sensation. He was so deep inside her, touching places that made sparks shoot through her body.

He began to move, slow at first, each withdrawal making her whimper at the loss, each return thrust making her gasp with pleasure. She had thought her release in his mouth was intense, but this was different. Deeper. More consuming. She could feel another peak building, but stronger because he was inside her, because they were joined so intimately.

"More," she begged, her nails digging into his shoulders. "Please, harder. I need something more."

He groaned and complied, his thrusts becoming deeper, faster. The sound of their bodies meeting filled the room along with their gasps and moans. Elizabeth felt wild, wanton, lifting her hips to meet each thrust, chasing the pleasure that built with each stroke.

"Look at me," he commanded. "I want to see your eyes when you come apart."

She met his gaze, seeing her own desperate need reflected there, along with love so profound it made her heart ache.

"I love you," she gasped. "I love you so much."

"I love you too," he groaned. "Forever. Always. You are mine, Elizabeth. Mine."

"Yours," she agreed, then cried out as he shifted angle, hitting something deep inside that made stars explode behind her eyes. "Oh God, Fitzwilliam, there! Right there!"

"I can feel you," he said roughly. "You are close. Come for me, my love. Let me feel you come around me."

His words, combined with another perfectly angled thrust, sent her over the edge. This release was even more intense than the first because she could feel him inside her as she clenched and pulsed. The sensation of her inner muscles gripping him, pulling him deeper, made her scream with pleasure.

"Elizabeth!" He thrust once, twice more, then lost all control. She felt him swell, felt him pulse as he found his release, his whole body shuddering. He collapsed against her, pressingdesperate kisses to her neck, her shoulder, anywhere he could reach.

They lay tangled afterward, still joined, both breathing hard. Elizabeth felt him softening inside her, could feel their combined wetness between her thighs, and instead of being embarrassed, she felt powerful. She had done this to him. She had driven this controlled, proper man to complete abandon.

"That was beyond words," she began, then stopped, having no adequate description.

"Beyond description," he agreed, finally withdrawing from her. She whimpered at the loss, already missing the feeling of fullness.