Darcy was no snob. He had been a caring brother and compassionate soul to everyone at Pemberley Ski Resort and in the surrounding little villages.
He had come here in his early twenties, and had happened upon a devastating avalanche. Several villages were covered by the snow, with lives lost and businesses destroyed. He helped Mrs. Reynolds, who lost her entire family in the accident, to rebuild her home. He donated a great deal of money and devoted many weeks each year to helping the community. He opened his resort here as a means of regenerating growth in the area. And he did it right. The place was prosperous and full of happy laughter now, and nearly everyone Elizabeth met had a glowing story to tell about Mr. Darcy.
She had no chance of seeing him again; indeed, Mrs. Reynolds said that he was not expected at the Resort for the remainder of the winter. Isolated from him, however, Elizabeth understood for the first time that she might actually have been attracted to him, right from the beginning. That would explain her indignation over his slight, as well as her constant attempts to tease him in an attempt to spark a reaction from him. It also explained why she liked being with him, and why she had kissed him back so passionately.
She sighed again, then decided to earn her keep by opening the letters that had just been delivered by the postman: bills, junk mail, bookings and more bills. None of it interested her…until she came upon a pink envelope with a card inside, addressed to Mr. William Darcy and marked ‘private.’
Tomorrow would be Valentine’s Day. Could this be a Valentine’s card from his present girl friend? Did he have a lover now? Why had it been sent here?
Elizabeth racked her brain, thinking hard. She had been feasting on gossip magazines since she arrived, but she hadn’t seen any recent photos of him with any women.
“Private, but not personal. I’m the secretary here…” she murmured. Curiosity was killing her. After a few minutes of deliberation, she decided to open the card.
It was a cheap, bland Valentine’s card with a red heart on the front. Inside were a few short sentences of nearly illegible writing, marred with many blots:
“Shit!” Elizabeth dropped the card and swore, “What did Bingley tell him to do?” She picked up the card and read it again, with growing indignation. “Get your 3 inches out and shag some girls witless? Ignore their complaints and enjoy yourself? What sort of best friend is Bingley? Should I tell Jane about it? Why would any girl want to complain if Darcy shags her? I certainly wouldn’t complain. The man is scorching hot! But hang on! 3 inches! What does he mean, 3 inches? How many centimetres is that?”
Elizabeth scratched her head and wished she had done better in class with mathematics. She hated the imperial system. Luckily, Google was right in front of her. She typed in “length converter” and clicked on the first website.
Three inches = 7.62 centimetres.
She looked at the ruler on her desk, right in front of her eyes. Surely that couldn’t be! Such a hot guy couldn’t be so badly endowed. He was tall, and his hands and feet were big. His shoulders were broad, his biceps strong. She thought back to their tennis lessons. He usually wore loose sport trousers, so there was no way she could tell about…other measurements. Anyway, she had not ogled him. Well…that wasn’t entirely true. She might have ogled him a little bit – his legs and torso. But not there!
She thought back to what he had written in his email. Could it be true? “Oh, I’m so sorry, Mr. Darcy!” she whispered in sympathy.
“What are you sorry about, Elizabeth?” asked a deep voice from behind her, making her jump.
Elizabeth shoved the card into the pocket of her jeans, turned and saw Darcy’s big frame silhouetted in the doorway. He was encased in a thickly layered ski suit, but she could still see his muscular physique, handsome face and soulful eyes.
“I…,” She gasped, then gathered her courage and gave him a bright smile. “I didn’t find you lacking. Will you give me a second chance? You know…for the mutual …groping.”
His eyes widened and his pupils dilated. Taking her hand, he led her out of the office to his room, at the far end of the resort.
While they walked hand in hand, she vowed to show him her love and to make certain that he enjoyed himself, despite of his deficiency.
He led her into his room, pressing her against the door the moment they were inside, not sparing any time to switch on the light. He gave her a sizzling hot kiss, nipping at her upper lip and then thrusting his tongue against hers. It traced an erotic path along her inner muscles, making her blood flow rapidly through her body and pool at her apex.
On and on, he caressed her mouth, pouring his longing from the past few months into the kiss.
His cold hands tore at the buttons on her blouse and her front-clipped bra, winning access to her sumptuous breasts. As his fingers puckered her nipples into hard peaks, his tongue drove even more deeply into her mouth. She felt nearly choked by his violent action.
Grasping his shoulders, she dug her fingers into his back. As if sensing her vulnerability, he slowed the tempo. His hands began to shape, palm, knead and fondle her twin peaks tenderly, while his tongue made love to her mouth slowly.
The fluid of arousal flowed through her, and she felt herself reaching the peak. Shivered violently, she climaxed, still standing with her back to the door. As her legs weakened, she nearly collapsed onto the floor.
Breaking from the kiss, he picked her up and placed her on his bed. His mouth moved quickly, drawing an alluring path from her lips down her throat, then between her deep cleavage and on to her navel.
Then his hands made quick work of her jeans, taking them and the panties off in one go. He marveled at her lush body in front of his eyes. Parting her legs, he lowered his mouth and slid his tongue along her folds, while his thumb rubbed her bud.
Her body bucked under his ministrations, but his strong hands shifted to hold her hips on the bed. With his forceful tongue, he thrust into her wet entrance, invading her hot inner core. She squirmed and moaned aloud, begging him to relieve her suffering.
He was merciless in his attack. He suckled her bud and thrust his tongue in and out, on and on until she screamed out in abandon, reaching her second orgasm.
In its aftermath, Elizabeth was in a haze as she noticed him stripping off his thick ski suit. Before she could see his body properly, he settled between her parted legs. She wrapped her hands around his neck, gazed at him and said, with a firm voice, “William, I love you, no matter what. Make me yours.”
He returned her gaze and replied, “I love you, too, Elizabeth.” Then he nudged her legs even further apart and thrust into her.
OMG, he was so big and thick! She nearly blurted out the words.
Even though she was fully aroused and wet to the core, she found her muscles stretched to the limited. She panted heavily as he pushed more and more into her. Every cell in her body was torched by his hot, hard shaft. His hands moved to her breasts again, squeezing them hard as she panted in response.
She instinctively raised her body and wrapped her legs around his waist to accommodate his invasion. With a sudden swift thrust of his body, he pushed right to the hilt, grazing the entrance to her womb with his tip.
Elizabeth’s eyes rolled back, and she believed she was in heaven again. Then he began to move. He pulled away, right to her entrance, then rammed into her hard, pounded into her again and again. The sound from the encounter of their sweaty bodies, their moans and their cries, created a kind of sexually charged music in the room. To her astonishment, she realized that she could reach that higher paradise again. After endless minutes of ardent
