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He entered the room quietly and halted immediately when his eyes fell upon her. Clad in a white silk nightgown, Elizabeth brushed her dark curls absentmindedly. He could see her sparkling eyes in the mirror as well as her luscious mouth. A pensive look rendered her features even more enticing to him. How he loved her! How he longed for her! She suddenly sighed and closed her eyes as she set her brush down on the vanity-table. He could see her hands trembling slightly as she sighed again and again.

They had been married for three months and she had yet to be deflowered, utterly ravished. A gentleman he was – hence his hesitation in taking the next step. But was it not her duty to submit to her husband? Why did he fear the consummation of their marriage so much? He knew – he could not bear the thought of causing her pain and making her beautiful dark eyes look at him in suffering and disappointment.

He recalled their earlier meeting in his study – her face as she beseeched him to become his wife in earnest. To become one at last. He could plainly see she was nervous. She was nervous then as she was now. For a moment, doubt crossed his mind. Was she regretting their earnest conversation that happened earlier that afternoon? Was she wishing to withdraw her request for intimacy? He did not know what to think any more. He did not want for anything in the world to harm that sweet and fragile understanding between him and his beloved wife.

He shuffled his feet in hesitation as how to proceed. His tentative movements caught his wife’s attention who blushed deeply as soon as she realized he was in her room. Both stared at each other intensely into the mirror, wondering what the other was thinking. The silence suffocated them and the tension was palpable. Who would reach out first? It was then that she stood up from her seat and turned around to face her husband. She could bear the unease no longer.

“My darling…” she whispered anxiously.

He moved one step forward and stopped. He wanted to be certain of her wish to become acquainted with him in the marital bed. He did not want her to do so for his sake alone. He did not want his wife out of duty. But then, the smiling and bold creature of that afternoon willed him to take another step and another until he could reach for her hands.

The warmth of their skin caused husband and wife to shudder as they held their hands tightly. She smiled timidly at him as she looked up and saw herself reflected in his dark eyes.

“You are so beautiful, dearest.” He whispered as he pulled her gently into his embrace. The sensation of having her body in his arms, so warm and soft… He was suffocating from his own feelings. The intensity of her touch upon him, her body moulding onto his, was so powerful that he felt he could not outlive it. He breathed in deeply trying to control himself. The fire in his loins already consuming him. If embracing her is causing such an effect upon me, how will I survive when we… He stopped himself and slowly regained his senses. He withdrew slightly from her and watched her face.

“My dear, are you certain? I will not be angry or disappointed if you wish me not to stay…” he said cautiously.

He could feel her trembling hands upon his chest as she slowly moved them in a soft caress upon his shirt. He grasped one and kissed it soothingly as he waited for her response. Her lovely face rapidly turned into a deep shade of crimson but she willed her eyes to meet his steadfast gaze. Boldly, she framed his handsome face with her small hands and pulled him down towards hers. No words were needed. She kissed him hesitantly at first as she brushed her lips against his.

She knew he was being passive and cautious for her sake, but she did not want it. She was determined to make her marriage work. She was determined to follow her instincts and the yearnings of desire consuming her insides. She was determined to be bold, wild and wanton. She knew it would please her husband.

Her kiss had surprised him and she took advantage of it. She repeatedly kissed his lips as she caressed his face. When his mouth opened slightly with an unrestrained groan, she tentatively deepened the kiss as he had avoided so many times before. He lost control. He crushed her onto his chest and allowed his hands to touch her body in a ravenous manner. His wife was acting no better. She let her hands wander over his back and his buttocks, in a frenzy, such was her need to melt into his body. She could hardly understand the intensity of their embrace but she could no longer dwell upon her qualms. She could only think of her husband’s hard body pressing against hers and their passionate kisses.

He swept her off her feet into his strong arms and swiftly approached her bed. He set her down and inquired hoarsely, “Are you certain of this?”

“Yes, yes… Make me your wife, sir.” She answered breathlessly amidst her panting.

Once again, speech was not required. He kissed her ardently but more slowly this time, as he untied her dressing-gown and let it pool at her feet. She opened the buttons on his shirt but the task was not completed as he impatiently grabbed it and pulled it off his head. He looked at his wife and he could see her body through the gauziness of her white shift. The soft light from the candles made her figure look ethereal but the promise written on her soft curves were dangerously alluring to his senses.

He leaned down and caught her mouth in a deep kiss and they allowed their hands to once again express their yearning for each other. She could feel the hardness and heat of his loins against her as he pressed her into the circle of his arms. She felt herself falling into a haze of passion as her senses were so aware of his touch. She truly wished to become his wife in the right sense of the word. She wanted to come to him free from all the hurt, awkwardness and prejudice that had kept them foolishly apart. She wanted to bare her soul to him. Thus, she decided to ignore her own bashfulness and regard for propriety. She took a step backwards from her bewildered husband who was keenly feeling her loss already.

“What is the matter dear?” he asked concerned.

She had never felt a blush as hot as she experienced at the moment she looked into her husband’s eyes and untied the front of her nightshift. A shy smile graced her lips as she let the fabric slide down her, revealing her naked body to his hungry eyes.

“Husband? Do I please you?” she whispered anxiously. But the astonishment frozen on his face made her edgy. She dropped her gaze to the floor as she let her embarrassment take hold of her. Perhaps, I was too forward… He must think I’m a wanton--

He grabbed her beloved face and kissed her uneasiness away. He gently brought her down to her bed and covered her face and neck with soft kisses as he mumbled in between his undying devotion to her. He had planned to take this slowly for her sake but his resolution was steadfastly wavering as her passionate response ignited his. He undressed his breeches hastily and laid himself by her side. His eyes roamed possessively over her bare body and admired the flush of embarrassment that covered her from her face to her supple breasts. He smiled brightly at his wife as he cupped her breast in a gentle manner.

Elizabeth felt her boldness melt away as his eyes pierced hers. She closed her eyelids as she felt another wave of shame cover her upper body. But her husband would have none of it. He coaxed her to open her eyes as he worshipped her curves with light touches. Her excitement increased rapidly when he traced his mouth from her throat to her plump breasts and paused to repeatedly suckle her nipples. She arched against him, frustrated, wanting to be filled by him.

He whispered hoarsely her name as he covered her breasts with wet kisses, going upwards towards her face. He paused over her lips and murmured “You’re so beautiful…so very beautiful…” And he kissed her with abandon. She kissed him back with an impatient, building need she had never felt before. Elizabeth grasped his shoulders more roughly, urging him closer, wanting more of him.

“More… more please…” she begged, her voice husky from passion, her hands ensnared in his dark curls, pressing him to her breast. “More… please…”

He understood her need and he gently slid his hand towards her feminine core. He teased her slowly with his persistent fingers until she writhed against him. Elizabeth felt weaker and weaker from the waves of desire radiating from the spot where his fingers diligently caressed her. A whimper of pleasure escaped her lips causing him to hover over the brink of his self-control.

“Oh, my love,” she sighed. “Please… husband…”

He raised his head to look at his wife, her eyes dark with passion and her hair dishevelled. She was bewitching. Unable to postpone the inevitable any longer, he gently pushed her legs apart to position himself between them. His strong aroused body covered hers fully as he entered her softness. Both gasped as they shuddered from the immediate contact of his pulsing flesh inside hers. His hot shaft paused at the obstacle within her, the barrier that kept her from becoming his wife in the true sense of the word. She arched her back enticing him to complete the deed. He could sense her nervousness, after all the young maidens had always been told that this would be extremely painful – had not his mother-in-law told his bride that? That the wifely duties were unbearable? That was the reason why he kept himself away from touching his wife’s body.

He gazed into her sparkling eyes and sought reassurance from them. She smiled timidly and pressed her hands on her husbands hard buttocks, inviting him in. he groaned as he felt his self-control fade away quickly and before he could regret it, he plunged forward breaking the hymen and invading the soft warmth of her feminine core. His wife cried softly as the sharp pain awakened her body. She felt tense as the pain raved through her inside. Her husband paused as he perceived the pain he was causing her. How could he do this to the most precious creature he ever beheld? With a deep sigh and groan of frustration he started to retreat from his wife’s core.

She instinctively understood her husband’s concern. So in order to prevent his withdrawal, she wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him further within her, locking him in her. Deeply embedded in her body, he began to move slowly in a steady, graceful rhythm. The intensity of their intimate dance swiftly hastened their pace and soon they found release in each other’s embrace, as the waves of pleasure rumbled through their bodies.

A tear of pure bliss ran down her cheek as she opened her eyes and lost herself in her husband’s passionate gaze. She felt utterly sated and marvelled with the intimacy of the moment. She wanted it to never end.

“Are you unwell, dearest? Have I hurt you?” he whispered worried with the sight of her tear. He tried to move off her when she stopped him.

“Please don’t go! I-I am well…” she murmured shyly. How could she explain to him her wanton desire to prolong the physical connection inside her body? She had never felt so…

“But I will hurt you… I am too heavy… Are you sure?” he added cautiously.

“I am not fragile, sir. I want this… Unless you want to leave…” she replied uncertainly.

He felt a deep contentment as he understood her wish to continue their communion. He smiled openly at her and kissed her doubts away. “Are you pleased, my love?”

She blushed but did not waver her gaze from her husband’s eyes. “Yes… you might… I believe you think me wanton… but… the truth is, I have never felt so… beautiful, so cherished…”

He ran his fingers through her hair. With the other hand he traced feathery touches along her cheek. He was moved by her words. He truly loved her more than anything in this world.

He kissed her lovingly pouring into her all his love, imprinting on her skin beneath him his unwavering devotion. They smiled at each other and then he slowly moved off her to lie beside her and pulled her head to his chest. She quickly entwined her limbs around her husband’s body and slowly surrendered to sleep. Her lips curled into a sleepy smile as she heard him whisper repeatedly into her hair “my wife”.

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Later, in the darkness of his wife’s chamber, he lay awake with his wife asleep in his embrace. Sleep evaded him as he dwelled upon the night’s events. His emotions were in an uproar. His feelings for his wife were restless. His heart swelled as he gazed her beautiful face, peaceful and innocent in her sleep. His body spooned hers and whenever he tightened his hold upon her, she instinctively snuggled deeper into his arms.

His arousal was heightened by her warmth and each motion. As the moonlight crept into the room, his senses awakened further. He could not stop himself from caressing her skin and kissing lightly her hair and neck. She started to stir as she slowly became conscious of him cupping her breasts gently. She smiled suddenly awake. Her husband was growing quite eager for an intimate interlude. She purred as his attentions upon her breasts became more and more focussed.

She agilely turned in his arms to face him. She could see his beloved face in the moonlight. His dark eyes conveying all the love he felt for her. She could see the depth of his emotion… She broke into a dazzling smile and whispered tenderly,

“My love…”

“Oh my darling… How I want you! Forgive me but I need to-to ravish you again!” he whispered bewildered. He kissed her passionately and held her in an ardent and tight embrace. The silent acceptance in her eyes aroused him violently. He could no longer contain himself. He willed her to accept him into her body as he pulled her legs open. She gasped as he entered her and both swiftly engaged their bodies in a fervent dance. The novelty of her body inspiring him to make love to his wife in a possessive manner. Darcy felt her arch upward as he kissed her, pulling him deeper into her. He lowered his mouth again to hers. His tongue darted and teased her as he slipped it between her eager lips, and he lowered his hands to the delightfully rounded cheeks of her bottom, shifting her to a different angle. The slight movement ignited in her the waves of pleasure and she cried out his name. he continued his frantic rhythm as she collapsed sated on the bed. He smirked as he realized her fatigue but he could not and would not stop. He grabbed her ankles and pulled them over his shoulders, opening his wife to his pleasure. She gasped in surprise as she felt his hard shaft burning her quivering flesh deeper than before. The heat in her lower belly ignited once again and she surrendered her body and soul to her husband. The climax hit her body violently as she whimpered,

“Oh my… oh my love!”

He cried her name as he finally climaxed and plunged deep into her, arching his back as he pumped his seed into his beloved wife’s body. The fluids of their bodies draining from her core reminded him of the possibility of having created life within her. He kissed her pouring his soul into her.

They both sighed in contentment at the wonderful feeling that resulted, both from the physical pleasure they gave each other and from the intimacy they felt at this time. She held him close to her, her legs and arms still wrapped around him, his manhood still throbbing in her body. She savored the connection and she would not let him move off of her. Both of them were sweating and panting from the exertion, but she was oblivious to everything but the feeling of her husband both in and on her.

“I love you, Fitzwilliam Darcy.” she whispered reverently but softly. Darcy’s heart leapt with the warmth and tenderness expressed by her voice.

“I love you Elizabeth Darcy.” he whispered back.

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Nine months later, the heir of Pemberley was born.