Chances Come by Ney Mitch (most important books to read TXT) 📕

would take liberties and then revoke the promise that he made. Darcy was truth. He despised any sort of disguise. He said what he meant and always meant as he said. All his actions till this point did indicate a man who had taken steps to reach me.

We both had been doing all in our power to close the gap between our single states and find each other.

He was correct, therefore. He and I were man and wife, even though not in the eyes of god. But god! In this moment, I began to wonder if I did indeed love him more than our lord. Did I cherish his influence more than the powers of heaven? As he kissed me, I cared not for any other besides him. I did not seem to fear any punishment in the world beyond. I did not fear the wrath of heaven! I did not fear the price for the crime that I was about to commit. I was willing to risk everything for this moment of joy.

Thank all that I had risked it all with the one man that there was no risk involved. Darcy had chosen me, and I knew that he would choose me from that moment onward. Shame be damned!

I chose no shame.

I chose no guilt.

I would choose him. And leave all the rest behind.

“I love you,” I proclaimed.

“And I love you,” he rushed out. “You must accept me, Elizabeth. Please accept me.”

His heartfelt admission warmed me even more. “I accept you. And I am ready for you.”

He pulled me from off the desk, turned me around and undid the back of my gown. Next, I unfastened my stays from the front and let it slip to the floor. As I did so, he removed his jacket and I heard him yank the buttons off his vest.

Still without looking at him, I removed my chemise and therefore I now wore nothing except for my stockings that were still fastened under my knees with some garters. Then I stood there, facing the wall behind his desk. In that moment, I was too afraid to look at him, for fear of how he would view my body.

Suddenly, I heard no movement behind me.

“Elizabeth, turn around and look at me,” he ordered, his voice soft.

“I am afraid,” I whispered.

“Why?”

“Because I fear that you shall find me to be not to your liking.”

“Do not ever think so.”

I felt his hands on my hips, then he pressed his body against the back of mine and kissed my neck.

“Kiss me, my love,” he insisted. I turned my head and kissed his lips, my eyes still closed. As I did so, he ran his hands along my stomach, back up to my breasts and massaged them with his hands. Shivers started at my neck and swiftly sped over my body to places I had not thought of before. I rolled my head as he kissed the back of my neck.

“My beautiful wife,” he proclaimed, “now turn and look at me.”

I turned and saw that he as well was as nude as I. There we were, bare and before each other.

“You are beautiful,” I professed, amazed at the sight of him. I ran my hands down his chest, but I still did not look further down yet.

“What am I to do, Fitzwilliam?” I asked, willing to use his first name. “I do not know what to do at all.”

“That is no imperfection on your part,” he responded. “When it is one’s first time, you can never be fully prepared. Time will be your guide. And so shall I.”

He lifted me up and laid me down on his sofa With my mind lost, I felt the air around us, and the cushions under me felt so lush and so welcome. Everything outside of the office seemed to fade away, and there was no one left but him and myself. There was no time, or no other place, but him.

Lowering his head once more, he placed his lips on my breasts and ran his tongue over each of them, while also cupping his hands around them.

Why did I feel such beauty at that moment? For indeed, beautiful was what it could only be described as. Continuously, he kissed my nipples and I had to cover my mouth from the exclamations that felt as if they were about to erupt from me. The feeling of his lips on my nipples was intoxicating, astounding, and I find that there was no other form of happiness that could eclipse this. How silly of me to believe such a thing, for he was just beginning.

Slowly, he abandoned kissing my breasts and then he moved his kiss down my stomach, bestowing many kisses upon it. Oh! The pleasure! The passion!

“I love you,” I gasped, unable to control my speech. “Forgive me, I keep saying that.”

“I love you saying it.” He kissed my thighs. My thighs! Never had I imagined the feeling of his lips on the flesh of my inner thighs.

“For so long, I worried that you never would. Tell me that you are enjoying yourself. I want your first time to be special. I want to know that you enjoy this.”

“I do. I promise, I enjoy you terribly.” I was becoming impatient for the man to continue!

“You make me happy now.”

Suddenly, he lowered his head between my thighs, and I felt his lips press upon me.

Once more, I covered my mouth from the shock of feeling something so very overwhelming. Steadily Darcy’s lips delved further within me. Inch by inch, I felt his tongue and teeth penetrate into the very depths of myself. He rolled his lips along the outside and then would deepen his kiss once more, and I became his completely. Oh, god, oh, god, what bliss!

Gathering the strength, despite that my body and soul were weakened under the power of his touch, I raised my head and looked down at him. For reasons that I could not