Page 123 of Pride, Prejudice & Wicked Pleasure

“I confronted Abby, but she refused to confirm my suspicions, even after she discerned I was in love with you. During our second lesson, I was convinced of my belief and resolved not to continue in the capacity of your mentor.

But Nicholas Trenwith had made it impossible for me to leave you. My resolve subsequently fell to pieces at your hands.”

She seemed to blush, murmuring, “Yes, well, that has been another discovery for me this year. I am quite the wanton, Mr. Darcy.”

He smiled and kissed her fingers. “I would not have it otherwise.”

Turning up her palm, he kissed her wrist. He could kiss this lovely wrist a hundred times without tiring. But the wrist was an insufficient recipient for the passion that overcame him. He pulled her to him and sought her lips. She quivered a little but returned his kiss with equal ardor. His earlier jealousy had aggravated him into an excited state, and he now poured this energy into the kiss. A trace of anger remained, though it was directed more at himself than at her. She should not have doubted the depths of what he felt for her. He tightened his embrace. He wanted to take her, consume her, overwhelm her with the fervor of his love and desire so that she might never doubt him again.

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Lizzy could barely keep apace with the fury of his kiss. His lips had never been so demanding, so forceful and arousing. She felt its effects deep in her womanhood. The ache between her legs flourished as the kiss deepened. She wanted this man, wanted him more than she had ever wanted anything in her life. And she wanted to demonstrate this élan to him, body and soul. Wrapping her arms about the back of his neck, she pulled herself closer to him. He tasted divine. He smelled divine. He felt divine. No aphrodisiac would ever be required.

He swept her into his arms and carried her to the bed. Though she wanted more of him, more of his body, she was not ready to relinquish his lips yet. He was compelled to lay atop her as she pushed her tongue deep into his mouth. At times the ardency would soften into sweetness, slowing the waltz between their mouths, but desire continued to build. His erection was hard as flint against her, and she ground her pelvis at him. He took the wordless encouragement and pushed himself off her to strip his coat. She sat up to assist him with his neckcloth. Unable to be parted from her long, he reclaimed her mouth. He tore his waistcoat open, sending the buttons clattering to the floor. She pulled off the garment and, together, they made quick work of his shirt. She gazed upon his bared chest with hunger, then applied her lips to its planes, kissing and tugging a nipple, her hands roaming his flesh.

With a groan, he unpinned her bodice and slipped it down her arms and off her body. Her skirts soon followed.

“Lie back,” he said, pushing her back into the pillows.

Pushing her shift up to her hips, he settled his upper body between her legs. She gasped when he flicked his tongue at the sensitive nub between her thighs. What had been a nightmare months before had turned into a dream, a beautiful erotic dream come to life. She allowed his tongue to turn her into a mass of quivering, aching desire. She moaned her satisfaction. They quickened soon into grunts and gasps as lust concentrated in her abdomen, between her legs, threatening to explode. He eased himself back and attended to his riding boots.

“Why did you stop?” she huffed. She would have preferred to be bereft of drink and food.

“One of the advanced lessons is delayed gratification,” he responded.

She was not entirely disappointed, for she would have preferred his cock to his tongue, but she knew from past experience, that a woman could have both.

“Am I being punished?” she asked.

“On the contrary, though it may seem like it at first.”

She eyed him suspiciously, for she believed his lust to be as great as hers. “Is this lesson for the benefit of the student or the mentor?”

“Both.”

He turned her over and began unlacing her stays. She suppressed a pout as the moisture at her quim dripped down a thigh. Was he truly in such command of his own urges that he could apply this ‘delayed gratification?’

“What would have happened if I attempted to seduce you?” she asked. “Would you have acquiesced to the lesson?”

“It was not my intention.”

“But I could have prevailed upon you?” She enjoyed the thought of her own prowess.

He reached between her legs and stroked her, showing her that she would have easily surrendered to him. He was the maestro, her body his instrument.

“I thought you did not mentor married of engaged women?” she murmured.

“I have decided to make an exception,” he answered as he kissed her between her shoulders, then trailed his mouth along her spine.

“A happy decision for me.”

He pushed her shift over her rump and kissed a buttock. She shivered. His long, lean fingers continued to fondle her, stoking the flame. It burned more intensely. She started to squirm and whine. He palmed a buttock to hold her still. Her cunnie throbbed angrily.

“Take me…please,” she said when his fingers slowed. Her body was on fire.

His grasp on her rump tightened. There was a pause, then she felt his cock sinking into her, filling her with its hardness. Victory! The muscles of her cunnie flexed about him. It was his turn to shiver. With a forced exhale, he thrust himself in and out of her. Every time his length brushed against her most sensitive spot was music to her body. At first he moved too slowly. But then he leaned himself against his forearms so that he could delve into her deeper and more forcefully, his chest bumping into her back with the motions, his pelvis pushing against her rump. The pent-up frustration from the deferred fulfilment had intensified her lust, and she found herself hurtling to her climax with a speed and strength that frightened her. She wanted to brace herself for the impact, but when he slammed his cock into her in rapid succession, she came near to exploding against her will.

“Permission!” she managed to cry, though it would not have mattered what he replied. Her body was at the edge when he grunted his approval. She screamed as her body bucked and shook. Vaguely, she felt hot liquid filling her as he spent in unison with her. He collapsed on top of her, his body damp from perspiration, his heart pounding as furiously as hers. She felt shattered, relieved, and euphoric.