Mr. Darcy’s Heart - A Sensual Pride and Prejudice Compromise: Pemberley Intimate, #3

By Harriet Lark

Elizabeth and Darcy are now married - or are they? A dastardly trick comes to light on their first day of wedded bliss. Will this change how Darcy sees Elizabeth, or does she have his heart forever?

The situation is even more complicated when word reaches them that Lydia has run off with Wickham. Will Darcy stand by Lizzy’s side or will he be embarrassed by her connexions and rue the day he met her?

Although this short, steamy variation follows on from Mr. Darcy’s Proposal, it can also be read as a standalone and is approximately 9,500 words long.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Harriet Lark
• Release date: Nov 24, 2015
• ISBN: 9781519932037

Book preview

Elizabeth Darcy née Bennet woke, stretching luxuriously. Her wedding ring sparkled on her finger, reminding her that this was her first morning as a married woman.

She looked over at her husband, seemingly asleep, and leaned over to kiss his cheek. At her touch, he opened his eyes and rolled over, trapping her underneath his body.

Good morning, my love. He smiled down at her, love shining in his eyes.

Good morning, she replied breathlessly, savoring the sensation of his hard, muscular body on top of her soft, feminine figure.

Last night, her wedding night, had been the most wonderful night of her life. They had married earlier in the day, via a special license, at the small chapel at Pemberley. After a wedding feast with her aunt and uncle Gardiner, Mr. Bingley, and Darcy’s sister, Georgiana, they had retired to their bedchamber, and consummated their marriage - twice!

Both times had been wonderful, Elizabeth thought dreamily, staring up at her husband. To think she had once thought of Fitzwilliam Darcy as being cold and proud - now that she knew him better - much better - nothing could be further from the truth.  He had worshipped her body last night and had given her great pleasure three times in the marriage bed.

Now he kissed her softly, teasing her lips, until his attentions became more passionate.  With a sigh, she surrendered her mouth to him, excitement swirling in her stomach as he caressed her nude body.

Fitzwilliam, she breathed against his lips, feeling the juncture between her thighs become moist once more.

Elizabeth. He trailed a string of kisses down her neck, then further down her body, until he came to her little thatch of curls. With a groan, his tongue traced her nether lips, making her writhe with need.

She clutched his head, her body tightening, preparing itself for the most wonderful sensation.

Her husband’s tongue swirled across her secret nubbin, until she could contain herself no more.

She cried out, her whole body shaking with bliss. Darcy’s tongue continued to lave her secret place until oh-so-slowly, she floated down to earth, as if her body weighed no more than a feather.

Elizabeth sank against the plump pillows, catching her breath.

Darcy loomed over her, a devilish glint in his eye. I would like to start every morning like that, would not you?

A sated smile appeared on her lips.  I could think of nothing better.

He chuckled, the sound gladdening her heart. Leaning down, he kissed her once more, wrapping his arms around her.  She sank into his embrace, wanting to return the pleasure he had just given her.

He tore his lips from hers. If you are too sore, we can wait. He looked at her, concern on his face.

Suddenly feeling shy, she blushed. How like Fitzwilliam to think of something like that. She was the luckiest woman in