Nights With Fitzwilliam Darcy

by Sophia Grace

  “But of course,” he said. “I need to know what you truly feel for me, and a kiss is the only thing that will tell me.”

  Not only did she have to kiss him now, but she had to do it with feeling. Her hands clenched to fists at her side. “Fine,” she said, breathing out.

  “Of course, you do not have to,” he said.

  He made to turn, but Elizabeth reached out and grabbed him. Her fingers wrapped around his wrist. For some reason, he felt different than she imagined. The bones of his wrist were that of a mightier person than she thought. He was so plumb, yet his wrist was nicely formed. “Please,” she said, rejecting the thought. “I will kiss you.”

  “You might as well,” he said. “Not only are we alone in a room together, but now you are touching me. You’re ruined as it is.”

  “I am not ruined,” Elizabeth said, seething. For some reason, those words alone raised the hairs on her neck.

  He moved closer. “Of course, you are not. As soon as you kiss me, you are mine.”

  Elizabeth took a few deep breaths, each one shallower than the last. Her stomach turned as she gazed into the shadow where she thought his lips would be.

  She moved closer, her lips inches from him now. He smelled of a unique musk. Something manly and wild. With her eyes closed tight, she could imagine her lips getting dangerously close to someone else. Someone who she always imagined she might end up with. Someone worthy.

  Her lips brushed his, and instantly, she sighed.

  Chapter 3

  It was heavenly.

  His lips were soft yet demanding. As soon as they touched, a shock ricocheted through her. His hands came around her waist, pulling her to him. His reaction was one of claiming her, and far more surprising to that was Elizabeth’s own reaction to it.

  She sank into him. Their lips melded together. Physical possession rang through her, and a heated need swelled between her legs. She forced them together, surprised at the feelings he incited in her.

  A deep, low rumbled started in the back of his throat. His mouth vibrated sending a jolt through Elizabeth. Before she could tell herself not to, she moaned at the feeling. It was overwhelming.

  He stepped back immediately, and she stumbled after him, not ready to break the embrace. The front of her body felt cold from the absence of him. Immediately, he grabbed her wrists to steady her.

  Again, she was shocked to find how firm his grip was. Perhaps she had been all wrong about Mr. Collins. Maybe he could be the gentleman she wanted…

  “Are you well, Elizabeth?”

  His voice was husky, alert. It muted all the other emotions warring inside her. She nodded, but then realizing he probably could not see her movement in the shadow, she said, “Yes, I am well.”

  His shoulders lowered, relaxed, as if he had been truly worried for her well-being. If only they could spend the rest of their lives in the dark, Elizabeth might be able to make this work.

  “You kiss very well,” he said.

  Heat flushed her cheeks. She had never done that before but had to admit that she enjoyed it far more than she thought possible with him. Maybe this was why she saw couples who did not seem right for one another work. Maybe it was the physicality that brought them all together. She had thought about what men and women did in shared bed-chambers, but she had no experience to carry any weight.

  “I suppose you are waiting for my proposal,” he said.

  “Yes,” Elizabeth breathed out. Her skin still tingled where they touched. She felt as if she was almost not inside her own body at the moment, but now she had to prepare herself. No matter what. It was going to be Mr. Collins who was about to propose to her, and she knew him to be nothing better than a ninny. “I am ready,” she said aloud, mostly for herself than for him.

  “Elizabeth,” he said after a few beats. “You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you. Please relieve my suffering and consent to be my wife.”

  His words washed over her along with another foreign feeling. The urge to say yes. She thought she’d have to pry the words from her lips in answer, but the way he’d just declared herself to her made her want to jump into his arms. He loved her ardently. He wanted her to relieve his suffering. “Yes,” Elizabeth cried. “I will.”

  She did not know who moved to one another first, but within an instant, they were in one another’s arms again. His lips were on hers tightly, claiming her. Her thighs screamed for attention. They wanted his hands all over her, and his mouth on her most intimate parts.

  He broke the kiss, cursing. “Elizabeth,” he said.

  Her hand came up to feel her buzzing lips. “Yes?”

  The shadow walked away. He fumbled with something against the far well. A flare of light bloomed in that corner of the room and finally, Elizabeth saw a fireplace. On top of the mantle, Mr. Collins hand was moving toward a candle on the far side. The flame flickered, lighting up only the side of his face. Elizabeth squinted in the soft light, but it wasn’t until the candle was lit, and the figure turned that Elizabeth realized it was not Mr. Collins in this room with her after all. It was none other than Mr. Darcy.

  Chapter 4

  She gasped, and her hand came to her mouth. “Mr. Darcy?”

  He stood there, blinking at her. His dark hair was out of place, ruffled as if she’d ran her hands through it. Had she? She could not recall, but it was unlike Mr. Darcy to look so out of sorts.

  “What are you doing here?” Elizabeth exclaimed.

  Then, terror overtook her. Here she’d been accepting Mr. Collins, and he had been playing along with her this whole time. How cruel! He’d known it was her because she gave her name, but she’d only just assumed it was Mr. Collins as Jane was to bring him to her. Now it made sense that the silhouettes did not match. It made sense how when she touched him, she did not pull away in revulsion. She knew Mr. Darcy to be a prideful man, but he was a gentleman, almost the exact opposite of Mr. Collins.

  “What is this?” she cried. “Are you here to laugh at me? What are you playing about?”

  He came forward. He tried to grasp her wrist again, but she pulled away. “Miss Elizabeth,” he said.

  He dropped just the use of her name by itself and her heart lurched. She’d loved it when he’d just called her by her given name. Now they were back to formalities.

  Shame washed over her. She’d kissed this man. How could she ever face Mr. Collins proposal now with Mr. Darcy on her lips? What a cruel, cruel man.

  “I knew you to be ensconced in pride, Mr. Darcy, but I did not know you were so cruel as to do this such a thing. What do you have to say for yourself? Asking me to kiss you? Was this all a joke to you?”

  Tears threatened her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. She would not let another man get the best of her.

  He reached again, and she just narrowly avoided his grip once more. “It is not like that.”

  She turned away, crossing her arms over her chest. “Then tell me what it is like, Mr. Darcy. Tell me why you have come into this room pretending to be someone you are not. Tell me why you decided to keep the truth from me when it was so obvious I did not know you were speaking to me.”

  He growled. “I would tell you everything if you would stop your incessant talking.”

  Elizabeth’s eyes rounded. He’d just insulted her. Inconceivable.

  Softer now, Darcy tried again. He placed the candle down on a table next to them so that she could clearly see his features. “Forgive me, Elizabeth,” he started. He paused, his throat working. He reached out, his fingertips brushing against her skin by the edge of her sleeve. “I did not come here with the intention of lying to you. I came in here with the intention of saving you from a great mistake.”

  “Mistake?” Elizabeth asked.

  “Bingley told me of your possible arrangement with Mr. Collins. He is a fool and doesn’t deserve you.”

  She could not argue with that. Though, she was now a fool too. How was she to ever face Mr. Collins or her famil
y ever again after what had just happened in here?

  “Jane,” Mr. Darcy said, drawing Elizabeth’s attention back to him. “She knew you were lying. She knew you could never love Mr. Collins, so she went to Bingley with her fears. Your sister loves you very much, Elizabeth. She cannot bear to see you wedded to that awful man.”

  She had not been as convincing as she thought then. She shouldn’t underestimate her sister like that again. “I don’t understand.”

  “When Jane came to Bingley, she never could have known what he did.” He swallowed, and the air in the room grew thick. “She could never have known that he would have just the thing to save you from such an imprudent marriage. You see, he knew that I had grown attached to you, Elizabeth. He knew my intentions were with you. In fact, I was determined to ask you to marry me myself today. When Jane heard that, she and Bingley came to me instead of to Mr. Collins like you intended. Elizabeth, I love you. I love your sound mind, your feisty nature. It would wound me to see you marry Mr. Collins, so I did not know what to say when I walked in.”

  “But you let me believe you were him… Why didn’t you just tell me?”

  “You were already talking about marriage to him, and I needed to think of a way for you to change your mind.”

  The kiss, I thought. That was his way of changing my mind if it needed to even be changed.

  I looked up at him, the face of my savior. His eyes were heady brown as they stared into my own. The truth of his feelings for me were etched there. His chest raised and lowered as if he waited on my every single breath to tell him what I wanted. “You want me?” I asked.

  “I love you,” he said, his voice determined. His clear, calm words took hold of me and wouldn’t let me go.

  I held my arms out, and he came freely into them. We embraced, each of us clinging to the other. He whispered sweet nothings into my ear, reassuring me over and over again. It took a few moments for my head to wrap around what had just happened, but as it sunk in, the more I could not keep the smile from my face. I stepped away. “We’re to be together?”

  His lips turned up. “In every way imaginable,” he said. He reached up to tuck a loose curl around my ear. “Jane told Bingley why you had to marry Mr. Collins. You will never have to worry about anything like that ever again. I will help your father with Longbourn.”

  My stomach twisted wildly. “You will?”

  “Of course,” he said, “You are my wife.”

  “I am not yet,” I teased.

  He stepped forward, his hips grinding against mine. My breath stuttered as I felt his hard cock rub against me. “You will be in all ways.”

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  My heart beat like mad in my chest as the ache between my legs returned. The air in the room shifted. The drive to be with one another possessed us. “I cannot help myself,” Darcy said, his body trembling. “The thought of not having you drove me to the edge.”

  His hips shifted, and I let out a groan. “It would not be right,” I warned him. My body was saying otherwise though. It could never be wrong with him. He loosened his grip on me, but I pulled him back. “I don’t care. Take me, Fitzwilliam. Now.”

  Fire seeded in his eyes. With a lust-filled growl, he threw me to the settee. I bounced on the cushions, but immediately, Darcy’s hands were there, thrusting my dress up and my knees open. His hands tangled in my undergarments and yanked. They brought my knees together only to be torn off me and thrown to the side, then Darcy was between my legs again. The layers of my skirt hid his face, but I could feel his hot breath on my sex. It pulsed wildly.

  His scorching tongue licked out. The initial touch bucked me off the cushion. Darcy held my knees down. “Stay.”

  Need saturated me. Timidly, I reached up and wound my fingers in Darcy’s curly locks. He groaned in approval again and shot forward, his tongue lapping at my core. The foreign feeling drove my need higher. His lips and tongue on my sex was bliss.

  I cried out, and Darcy pulled away. “Yes, Elizabeth. This is how it will be with me.”

  I stared up at the ring of light the candle made on the ceiling as Darcy licked and sucked.

  “I’ve never been so hard in my life, Elizabeth. I want to be inside you.”

  “Oh,” I groaned, as his tongue reached out again, playing over my sensitive skin. I was so close to coming apart. His talk about entering me drove me even higher. “Yes, Fitzwilliam.”

  He cried out, his fingers forcing my knees further apart as he renewed his attentions. His tongue swirled, staying in the place it felt best until I started to pant. Then, he kept going, my body diving me to the edge until with just one touch, the world shattered around me. My fingers clasped his hair roughly as my insides clenched.

  When my grip on him loosened as my body came down off its high, he stood. His hand went to his pants before unbuttoning them and taking down all his garments with one swoop. He held his cock at the base. My face flamed as I watched him run his hand up and down it the silky skin gleaming in the candlelight. His eyes begged me to relieve his suffering. I pulled my skirts up, inviting him in.

  His jaw hardened. He situated me on the settee before bowing over me. “This might hurt at first.”

  I shook my head. It wasn’t possible. If what had just happened to me was anything like what his cock would feel inside me, there was nothing to worry about.

  He paused at my entrance. I felt his slippery skin rub against me, heightening the heat swamping both of us. “You will marry me,” he said.

  Was there any doubt?

  He thrust forward, his cock sheathing inside me.

  I let out a strangled cry. Pain filled me, but as he stilled, it subsided. He started with little movements as I grasped his shoulders. Then, he roared. “I need you, Elizabeth.”

  His hips slammed into mine. Pleasure filled me. “Oh, Fitzwilliam. More.”

  He did it again and again, his skin slapping against mine. To think that I had almost belied myself with Mr. Collins.

  I shivered.

  Darcy rocked inside me. “I am a weak man when it comes to you, Elizabeth. I know we should have waited, but when you are before me, I lose my mind.”

  I hissed as he went even deeper. “Why wait when this is inevitable, my love?”

  “We will be married straight away.”

  “God, yes.”

  He picked up my legs and pulled me forward. Both of us cried out at the new position. His movements became more rapid, jerky. A light sheen of sweat appeared by his hairline. “I’m going to come inside you,” he said.

  His words ricocheted through me, sending my body into a spiral and straight into another climax. He stuttered as my insides gripped him, and suddenly, her jerked inside me. With a cry, his cock released his juices inside me.

  Our gazes collided as he slowly rocked the last of him into me. I was filled with Mr. Darcy. I tightened my legs around his waist, not wanting him to leave.

  When I first entered this room, I thought my life was over. But now, it had only just begun.

  Darcy dropped next to me, his cravat askew as he kissed my cheek. “I’ll love you forever, Elizabeth Bennet.”

  “And I’ll love you forever, Fitzwilliam.”

  THE END

  Darcy’s Contrived Betrothal

  A Pride & Prejudice Sensual Retelling

  Chapter 1

  Elizabeth looked out her bedroom window at Hunsford Parsonage to see Colonel Fitzwilliam and Mr. Darcy striding down the lane toward Rosings. How odd Mr. Darcy had seemed during that visit. He'd stared at her far too often, interrupting the most pleasant conversation she was having with his cousin, the colonel. The idea of them visiting at all perplexed her. What could he mean by it? Mr. Collins felt it was the greatest honor, and Charlotte was sure it was due to her, but as for herself? She had not the slightest notion as to why Darcy would visit her of all people. She knew how much he disliked her because she felt the same.

  "Lizzy!" Charlotte called.

  Elizabeth tore her gaze
away from the two men and turned. The hem of her dress caught on the side of the bed, so she pulled it close to her and walked toward the bedroom door. She could hear excitement downstairs coming from Mr. Collins and rolled her eyes. If only she had a cousin the likes of Colonel Fitzwilliam. He was well-mannered, well-spoken, and interesting. Three attributes she could not describe her own relation with. It was still a great mystery to Elizabeth why Charlotte had accepted Mr. Collins' proposal. At least she had gracefully avoided this very predicament. To marry someone she did not love was the worst thing she could imagine.

  She entered the sitting room and found Charlotte and Mr. Collins engaged in hushed whispers. Elizabeth cleared her throat and Mr. Collins looked up, his face quite agitated. "Good, Cousin Elizabeth, you've come down. I was just here telling Charlotte that I'd like to arrive at Rosings Park early for dinner tonight. I think it the best thing to reciprocate the honor Mr. Darcy and the colonel bestowed upon us tonight."

  Elizabeth's stomach tightened. She felt her mouth fall a little, but she quickly calmed herself. She looked to Charlotte whose eyes were wide. Of course her friend would understand that to arrive at a dinner too early was an inconvenience, not a kind gesture. Charlotte gave a slight shrug of her shoulders as if to say she had tried everything.

  Elizabeth steeled her frame. "Mr. Collins, what an interesting idea. How early would you like to arrive at Rosings Park?" Before he could answer, she continued. "We would not want to be too early, of course. Not before the ladies have prepared. You yourself have spoken of how particular Lady Catherine is. I would not want to impose on them."

  A shadow fell across Mr. Collins' face. "Of course not, Cousin. No, that is the last thing I would wish to do." He walked to the other side of the room, his fingers to his lips in concentration. Seeing an opportunity, Charlotte moved forward and put her hand on her husband's shoulder. "Your heart does you credit, of course. I think if we should arrive a few moments early, Lady Catherine would surely find herself quite pleased with you, my dear."