her legs apart and she was more than willing to cooperate, opening herself wide to him. She shuddered as his tongue lapped at her, tasting her sweetness.
“Lizzy,” his deep voice called to her. Raggedly Elizabeth opened her eyes and looked up at him. “My love, you taste delicious.” Her gut tightened at his words. “I want to watch you. Look at me.”
Elizabeth watched him as he returned to her. She saw him watching her reaction to his every touch. She felt particularly excited by the experience and experimented by letting more of her enjoyment show in her actions and expressions. She was pleased to see him respond with greater excitement. On and on it went, with her giving and receiving more of his pleasure. She could feel the tension building and knew she was getting close. Her hand slipped down and her fingers tangled in his hair as she held him tightly against her and let her pleasure show in her eyes. Then she was in the white place, as her excitement crested and it happened, waves of pleasure rocked her body as her hips bucked against him.
Her nails bit into her palms as she struggled against her screams. Then the waves faded away and she slumped in the chair.
“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice rough, as he rose to his feet.
Elizabeth nodded, not having breath enough to speak.
He smiled hungrily, bent down, and scooped her up into his arms. Her head lolled like a rag doll as he carried her the few steps to his bed. “Rest now,” he told her as he laid her down on her bed.
Elizabeth watched through her lashes as he quickly stripped off his clothes. She was fascinated as the refined philanthropist was ripped away and the earthy rock god emerged. Standing before her, she gasped at his pure beauty, his pale skin glowing in the soft moonlight.
“Do you like what you see?” he asked, his voice a deep growl.
Elizabeth smiled guiltily. “Very much so,” she whispered lustfully.
“What would you like?”
“I want you on top of me, inside of me. I want to feel you.”
Moving with catlike grace, he crawled onto the bed until he was directly over her. Elizabeth reached out and touched his flesh, firm and warm beneath her fingertips.
“Lie on me, love. Let me feel you.”
His lips brushed hers as he lowered himself on top of her.
“Oh yes, yes,” she cried happily. “You feel so good.” Elizabeth relished the feeling of his weight pressing her down. She had longed for this feeling for so long. She opened herself to him, and with agonizing slowness he entered her.
“Lizzy, I don’t know how long—”
“Yes, yes, don’t stop.”
He kissed her, his mouth sealing hers as he thrust deeper into her. She crooned low in her throat as every thrust brought him deeper inside, increasing her pleasure. Once fully inside, he reached down, cupping her ass in his hands. Elizabeth’s eyes popped open with the astonishing feelings, and her cries increased in pitch and volume. Over and over he pulled her to him as he buried himself as deep as he could go.
Elizabeth was helpless, going along with the ride as he drove himself to his release, and it was the wildest ride she could imagine. She reveled in the sensations of him, surrounding, filling, dominating her. She was his, body and soul. Soon cries she couldn’t control were pouring from her lips and her body was wracked by the pleasure that engulfed her.
Somewhere in her awareness, she felt him growing larger inside of her and she knew his climax was near. She squeezed him as tightly as she could and with the next thrust the orgasm that had been building inside of her exploded. Darcy’s own climax added to her pleasure and their frantic movements gradually slowed and stopped. Darcy wrapped his long arm around her shoulders and gently rolled them to their sides as Elizabeth snuggled her head against him and caught her breath.
Once again, their hearts were beating against each other, and Elizabeth felt whole for the first time since she could remember. His bare skin touched hers all over, and she felt loved and happy.
Eventually, Darcy heaved a huge sigh and kissed her sweaty forehead. “Why is sex with you so amazing?” he asked, his voice warm, loving, and exhausted.
Elizabeth lifted her head and chuckled at him. “I thought it was you that was making it amazing.”
Darcy grinned back at her and they pressed their foreheads together. “Are you okay?” he asked.
Elizabeth nodded and then answered, “Tired.” She relaxed in the warm circle of his arms, resting her head on his shoulder, and found herself crying.
“Love?” Darcy gasped.
“I’m sorry.” She smiled brokenly through her tears. “I’ve just been longing for this and trying to duplicate the feeling of sleeping in your arms for the last two weeks, and now I’m here—” She broke off as the sobs overwhelmed her.
Darcy pulled her close and let her cry out her pain as he gently stroked her back, kissing her hair and murmuring soft words of love in her ear. “It’s okay, Lizzy, it’s okay,” he soothed her. His words were slow, as if unwilling to admit them. “I understand. The pain you suffered is too strong to face alone. But you can face it now, because we’re together. We can both face it now.”
Elizabeth looked up at him and touched his cheek tenderly, sharing the pain they both felt, even as it ebbed away. When she stopped crying, he gently kissed her flushed hot cheeks, then her full, sweet lips, and told her, “This is our space, right here. It’s where we both belong, and we’re not going anywhere. Either of us, all right?” his eyes gently questioned hers, while promising himself.
“I’m staying. This is where I want to be more than anyplace else in the world.” Elizabeth smiled sleepily. “You do give me the most gorgeous sleep, Fitzwilliam.”
“And you me, Elizabeth,” he whispered in her ear. By the time her head reached the pillow, she was asleep and he immediately followed her.
Chapter 17
Elizabeth awoke feeling warm and happy. The bright morning sunlight streamed in through large windows, filtered by the white linen curtains, diffusing the light as it illuminated the room. She traced a soft sound to a fountain bubbling against one wall.
She could tell by his soft breathing that Darcy was still asleep, and she kept still to make the moment last. She inventoried all the places their flesh touched: his chest against her back, his arm draped over her middle, his hand cupping her breast, his cock firm against her ass, his legs intertwined with hers, and even her one foot resting on his. She couldn’t see him from her position, but she could visualize each part in her mind, and she was moved by his great strength and beauty.
As she observed the part of the room she could see, she carefully recalled each part of the previous day, reliving every memory and carefully storing it away, like a beloved keepsake.
It had been some kind of miracle that they had found each other again. But that they had forgiven each other and professed their love, that was no miracle, that was destiny; it was fate.
She had concluded before they were perfect for each other, and now, in his arms, she found her conclusion was correct. A wave of tender emotion washed over her, and she couldn’t keep from rolling over in his arms to see his dear face again.
His face was relaxed, even as he stirred slightly. Elizabeth pressed light kisses over his forehead and nose, feeling giddy with love for him. His hand moved up and captured her head, holding her still as his lips met hers.
“Good morning,” he intoned when he released her.
Elizabeth smiled joyfully. “Good morning.” She kissed his lips then snuggled close, nuzzling her lips on the soft skin near his ear and telling him, “I adore you.”
Darcy stretched his long frame out then caught her up in his arms and kissed her soundly. Elizabeth could feel his erection growing against her belly, and with a happy wantonness, she craved it. Her hands slipped down to touch and play with him.
