Page 39 of Penned by Mr Darcy (…By Mr Darcy #3)

Her words undid him. He pressed his hand between her legs, finding her just as she said she was. He groaned, his eyes closing for a moment as he composed himself. She was so wet, so ready for him, and he had yearned for this moment when their two souls would finally be joined as one.

“Take me, Fitzwilliam. Please.”

He settled himself between her, then drew back slightly, pausing as though to etch the sight of her into memory.

In that still moment, he knew with absolute certainty that he could never weary of beholding her thus; open, trusting, entirely his.

She held him utterly; body and soul, he was hers, and he would spend every day to come content to be her willing captive.

“What are you thinking?” she asked. “You seem lost, my love.”

He was the furthest thing from lost. He was found.

A lifetime of feeling apart, of moving through a world that had never quite made room for him, seemed to fall away in the sanctity of their bedchamber.

At last, all was clear. The relentless, exhausting noise of his mind had stilled; in her presence, he knew only peace.

“That I love you,” he smiled softly down at her.

“I love you too.”

She opened her arms to him, and when he came to her, she drew him in as though she would never let him go.

Their lips met, urgent and unrestrained, until he thought he might forget how to breathe.

When at last the moment deepened and they gave themselves wholly to one another, her breath caught.

He pulled back, fighting the sensations overwhelming him as her most secret flesh surrounded him.

She clung closer still, answering him with a fervour that banished all doubt.

“I am well,” she whispered. “Quite well, in fact.”

“May I…” it took every shred of his resolve to speak, the vise of her muscles around his cock rendering his brain almost useless. “May I move?”

She nodded, her hands wrapping around his waist and tugging him closer.

He gasped at the motion, his hips snapping towards her as he began to take what he had desired for so long.

Her heels rose, pressing against his buttocks as she urged him deeper, deeper.

The fevered cling of her was hard to resist, and he was sorely inexperienced in endurance.

“Are you well?”

“Fitzwilliam,” she purred, pressing a kiss to his neck. “You do not need to ask. I feel…it is as if you have lit me aflame. Move.”

“I will set you aflame as often as you desire,” he panted against her ear, each word punctuated with a hard drive of his hips. “I am yours to command.”

“How often is polite to engage in this act?” she murmured, her tongue flicking over his earlobe and making him see stars.

Restraint left him. Courtesy left him. His mind was no longer in his control, as his darkest desires left his lips.

“I would have you around my cock every second of every day. I would make love to you wherever you want, however you command me. I would fuck you until I forgot my own name, for you own me. I am yours. I am only yours Lizzy, oh, fuck, I…”

He groaned, thrusting forwards as he emptied himself inside her.

He was aware of her gentle touch, first on his hair, then his shoulders, her soothing words in his ear as he tried to recover his senses.

His body was limp, and he did his best to keep the bulk of his weight off her, but he felt utterly boneless with pleasure.

“I’m sorry,” he panted when his senses were regained.

“Why?” Elizabeth asked from somewhere beneath him. “That was lovely. When can we do it again?”

He laughed, leaning back and kissing her cheek.

“I will require some respite – but whenever you demand it of me, Elizabeth, your husband shall oblige.”

“I believe,” she said, rising up and covering her body with his, “you will regret making me such an offer.”

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21st June 18 -

Summer has arrived, the longest day of the year. For me, it has come to be one of the very happiest of my life.

This is the first page in my new diary, and the first time I have written an account of my thoughts in over six months.

It feels strange, to put pen to paper and know the outcome will be read by no other eye than my own.

In truth, I have done precious little correspondence of late, leaving the matters of my affairs to my steward and valet, for my wife and I have been occupied in far more pleasurable duties.

Elizabeth is everything that is good in the world.

She is my constant companion, my friend, my equal, my heart.

How she manages to be so light in spirit, so sharp in wit, and so boundless in tenderness all at once is beyond my comprehension.

To walk beside her each day, to wake and find her at my side…

It is more than I deserve, and yet it is mine.

This morning, beneath the shade of the great oak at Pemberley, she placed my hand upon her stomach and told me the news that has filled me with a joy beyond words: we are to be parents.

I can scarcely write the words without wonder. A new life, born of us both. Our child. God willing, I shall be equal to the task of fatherhood. With Elizabeth beside me, I believe I cannot fail.

And so, on this brightest of days, I close my diary content.

I no longer need to find solace within these pages, for my wife is the person I may confide anything in.

She gives the sagest advice, listens without judgement and corrects me when it is needed.

My dearest, loveliest Elizabeth has given me happiness beyond measure.

Today, she has given me the promise of our family’s future.

My own future was set the day I met her – a lifetime of a love I never dared dream of.

I could not ask for any more.

The End