Darcy & Elizabeth: A Season of Courtship (Darcy Saga Prequel Duo) Read Online Free PDF

his head slowly while
cupping her face with his strong yet tender hands. Instinctively, her eyes slid
shut with the first gentle pressure of his mouth brushing against hers.
    His kisses were restrained, pure,
and delicate; yet the sensations flowing through her body were torrential,
dynamic, and astonishing. Simultaneously they shivered, matching sighs of
pleasure escaping their lips.
    “Is it supposed to feel so…incredible?”
    He laughed softly and shook his
head. “I would not know, but I believe it should.”
    Without another word, he claimed
her mouth again. His kisses were temperate, and his hands traveled to her neck
for soothing strokes. Of their own volition, her hands tentatively explored the
muscular contours of his chest and shoulders, and then moved up to encircle his
bare neck, her fingers entwining in his hair.
    Reflexively, Lizzy parted her lips.
The delicious pressure of his mouth was glorious yet inexplicably increased her
yearning for more. Precisely what the more was that she craved Lizzy did
not consciously imagine—until he skimmed the tip of his tongue over her
bottom lip. Not sparing a particle of a second to analyze why this simple act
felt unfathomably fantastic and spiraled her senses, she gave in to impulse. A
faint sigh escaped when she opened her mouth farther and hesitantly touched her
tongue to his.
    Fire ignited! Sheer ecstasy!
    Darcy groaned. The sound and vibration
woke something buried inside Lizzy’s body that had lain dormant. When he
followed with a penetrating invasion of his tongue, that unnamed something
roared to crazed life. This manner of kissing’s warmth and intimacy was beyond
her wildest imaginings. Oddly, rather than being overwhelmed or fearful, she
yearned for even more .
    Abruptly he left her mouth and
planted kisses all about her face. He pressed his face into her hair and
inhaled deeply, and then proceeded to rain soft nibbles down to the sensitive
flesh behind her ear. He moaned her name before gently drawing her earlobe
between his lips. Ceaselessly he caressed her arms and back, pulling her closer
to his chest. Ardently, as if starved, he returned to her receptive mouth,
giving her a taste of the more she craved.
    Lizzy was dizzy from the sensations
yet wholly aware of the bliss coursing through her veins. She matched each of
his motions and responded with greater boldness. She was intoxicated, and
wildly abandoned to the sensations he roused within. With a husky groan, she
clutched his back and head, and fused herself to the entire surface of his
body. She reveled in how the unyielding muscles of his chest crushed her
breasts and, innocent though she was in many respects, thrilled at the rigid
length jammed into her belly.
    Despite that obvious indication of
Mr. Darcy’s enjoyment of their interlude, or most likely because of it, he
harshly clasped on to her shoulders and frantically shoved her away. Staring at
the ground, he hoarsely stammered between ragged pants, “Elizabeth…Miss
Elizabeth, I beg your forgiveness! My behavior is… ungentlemanly and
unforgivable! Please…accept my heartfelt apology.”
    Lost in a daze, her heart fluttered
so alarmingly she thought she might well faint! Feeling bereft at the sudden
abandonment of his warmth, she stuttered, “I…I am so sorry…I thought you wanted
to…I should not have…” Shy and insecure for the first time that day, tears
welled in her eyes, and she joined his serious contemplation of the ground.
    For several agonizing moments, they
stood apart, breathing heavily and collecting their befuddled thoughts.
    “What you must think of me—”
she muttered.
    “Can you forgive me, my love?” he
blurted at the same instant.
    “Forgive you…what?” Wide-eyed, she
looked upward and met his confused gaze.
    His question tumbled over hers. “Whatever
do you mean?”
    “I behaved so wantonly—”
    “I lost control of myself—”
    Naturally, it was Lizzy who first
saw the humor, smiling and laughing