Page 60 of His Dark Heart
She leaned forward to kiss him fiercely. With a quick nibble on his bottom lip, Elizabeth tangled her fingers through his and pulled him from the bed. They moved towards the door on the right that led to his dressing room, where Elizabeth rang the bell. She instructed Darcy to put on a robe and left for a moment to retrieve one of her own. By the time she returned, the valet, accustomed to readying Darcy himself, was in the chamber.
“Fowles,” Elizabeth said, her voice sweet, “I shall take care of my husband this morning. If you could have some water fetched for the bath, I would appreciate it.”
“Certainly, my lady.”
He disappeared, and Elizabeth closed the door behind him, throwing the lock. Darcy's dressing room, like hers, had a separate, heated room for the tub, which had its own entrance. She locked that door also then approached Darcy as he leaned casually against the wall.
“What?”
“You said 'you' again. I find it charming, especially the way you commanded Fowles with near perfect condescension.”
“I was not unkind, was I?”
He laughed.
“You sit your arse down, my lord. I have work to do.”
“Such language!”
“Hush.” Before he took his seat, she grabbed the sleeve of his robe and tugged the garment off his body. If she planned to groom him to show he was hers, she aimed to leave her mark. His wife waved her hand at the seat and picked up the brush from the table on the wall.
His chair had been placed before the mirror since men's rooms were not equipped with dressing tables. She met his eyes in the glass and smiled at him, taking the brush to his heavy black hair. With slow, gentle strokes, Elizabeth pulled the brush through, working with care around the few tangles she found within the mass. Her fingers grazed his neck. He loved to be touched there and was not surprised when he let the lust seep into himself like water under cloth. Then Elizabeth removed the scarlet wool robe she wore to reveal a filmy silk confection beneath.
Darcy swallowed hard.
She moved behind him and leaned over his shoulder. “Now, am I not a better valet than Fowles?”
“Valets are supposed to help with putting my clothes on, Elizabeth, and yet I seem to be lacking in garments.”
Her eyes flicked down between his legs where he was growing harder by the moment and her mouth curled into a wicked smirk.
“Well, this is a learning experience for me, is it not?”
Quick as a flash, Darcy grabbed her around the waist and pulled her into his lap. He crushed her mouth against his, his body immediately tightening and crying out for her touch. Their tongues met, clashing and snaking about each other, famished with desire. Her hands framed his face while he held her steady upon his lap, trying desperately to find the hem of her transparent gown.
Victorious at last, he tugged the edge of the fabric up, revealing her core. She grasped his shoulders and eased her body onto his, savouring the feel of him stretching and pulsing inside her. Her mouth travelled along his jaw, to his neck where she bit and sucked at different spots, sending him into a state of mindless joy.
She began to rock. Once he became aware that she was fucking him, Darcy held her hips, guiding her subtly as she slid up and down his length. Her muscles clenched as she filled her body with his, holding him tight then releasing him and letting him push her back up. The long, sensuous ride slowly gained pace until they sought release from the pressure building between them. Finally, unable to resist her any longer, Darcy thrust his hips as she glided down him, their bodies making that final, fulfilling collision in a blinding moment of satisfaction.
They were both panting, her forehead against his and each holding the other's gaze as her legs relaxed around his form. Finally, when he was able to stand, he lifted her body, still locked around his, and went into the bathing room. His precious cargo in tow, he too locked the door then stepped into the large custom-made copper tub. Elizabeth easily fit inside with him. Once he sat down, she released her hold on him and settled onto his lap, nestling against his chest, not even caring that she still wore the silk shift.
He stroked her hair gently, sprinkling delicate kisses over her face on occasion. After a while she looked up at him, her mouth twisted and her eyes uncertain.
“What has your mind going so?” He asked while stroking her cheek.
“Ye had a nightmare last night.”
Beneath her, his whole body stiffened. “How do you know?”
“I was awake all night,” she reminded him. “I could feel thy disquiet in thy muscles and thy breathing. Was it so bad?”
He refused to meet her eyes. Gently, she caught his chin in her hand and pulled his gaze to hers. She delivered a soft, tender kiss and smiled at him. “Tell me.”
“I cannot.”
“Why?”
“It is of no concern of yours. Speak no more of it.”
