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This chapter is S.M.U.T. SMUT!

"What?" William's face was covered in pure shock.

"Please, William. I would like to be your wife." Lizzie was not going to beg. She wanted this, for the simple reason that she loved him. She wanted to be his completely. And she knew he wanted it too.

"Lizzie. Are you sure you want this? Tonight?" The sweetness in his voice had changed completely to concern and panic.

"Yes, William. I want this tonight. I want to be yours." She leaned down and brushed her lips to his. The feeling sent lightning up her spine. She could only imagine what a real kiss would do to her. She didn't have to imagine long, because soon her husband pulled her down to him and locked her onto his lips. He pulled away for a brief moment.

"Very well." He returned into the kiss.

Somehow he had managed to pull himself under the blankets with her and his passion grew. She responded to her instincts and clutched at him as hard as she could. His hand moved from her hip to her thigh, and soon he was taking fistfuls of her night-dress and pushing them up her leg. His hands then slid to the inside of her legs and began to rub up and down. She tensed a little and he stopped his hands.
He pulled himself away, both of them gasping for air. "Lizzie, I will ask you again. Are you sure you want this?"

"I am sure. I have never done this before, so you must be patient with me." His thumbs started to move along her leg again and he returned to kissing her. One of his hands moved farther up her leg.

"You are so perfect, Lizzie." He moaned into her mouth. She couldn't respond. "Could you spread your legs a little wider, please?" She obeyed, desperate to know what it felt like. Yet again she didn't have to wait long, and he filled her with one solid motion. She gasped a little, not expecting it to hurt like it did, but as he started to move inside of her the pain faded and turned into a pleasure that she had never known. She wrapped herself around him, holding him as close to her body as she could. Then she felt something building inside of her, and that something exploded, releasing feelings in her she did not know possible. William pulled out of her and rolled off, pulling her to sprawl on top of him. He stroked her back and kissed up and down her face and neck and shoulders. She sighed.

"Did you enjoy yourself, Mrs. Darcy?" His voice was brinking on amusement.

"Yes, Mr. Darcy. I quite enjoyed myself." She crossed her hands on top of his chest and rested her chin on top of them, gazing into his eyes.

"You do not know how pleased I am to know that." He leaned down and kissed her sweetly. "You release a passion in me, Lizzie. A passion I though was only possible while feeling anger."

"And you, William, release a passion in me that I did not know I had." She wiggled around and wrapped her arms around him in a light embrace.

"I always knew you would be that passionate, Lizzie." He kissed the top of her head. "Are you tired?" Lizzie nodded. "Then may I suggest that we go to sleep."

"Please, do not leave me." She realized she almost sounded like she was pleading.

"I will not leave you tonight, Lizzie."
"That is not what I mean." She twisted her head to return her gaze to his face.

"Then, pray, what do you mean?"

"I never want you to leave me. I would like to spend every night with you, if you so wish." She felt his body sigh underneath her.

"My Lizzie, I would like nothing more than to spend every night like this, if it means that I get to hold you close to me." It was Lizzie's turn to sigh in relief. "Now, let us sleep."

Lizzie pushed herself up his body and kissed him softly. "I love you, Mr. Darcy."

"And I still love you, Mrs. Darcy." He kissed her again and she settled on his chest and soon fell asleep.