Mr. Darcy's Secret Desires: A Pride and Prejudice Variation by Caitlin Marie Carrington & A Lady

Author:Caitlin Marie Carrington & A Lady [Carrington, Caitlin Marie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-05-12T03:00:00+00:00

Elizabeth

The maids had prepared their bedchamber for the evening. A fire danced and flickered in the fireplace, warding off the early spring chill. The bed's heavy coverlets were turned down. And Elizabeth saw her husband's muddy boots in the corner, awaiting his valet's touch.

But…where was Mr. Darcy?

His dressing-room door was partially open. She heard a splash of water and it all came back to her: that Darcy had bathed this morning, after a hard ride. The footmen must have left the tub here, and then her husband had ordered another hot bath after his day with the Greenwalls.

She almost called his name, but then corrected her timid instincts: she would not tip-toe around her own house. Her own bedchambers. Her own husband.

Perhaps—perhaps she would surprise him. Their conversation from the afternoon came back to her. She could help him bathe. And she would just ask him if Mr. Mills had said anything.

Elizabeth slipped her shoes off and padded across the thick carpeting, pausing at the dressing-room door. She looked in, feeling a bit like a child trying to catch a peak of St. Nicholas. But the gifts she wanted were ones only her husband could—

Oh sweet Lord.

Elizabeth froze, her hand touching the door. She did not dare move. She did not dare breathe.

Because her husband…was naked…in the bathtub…

Touching himself.

His broad back was to her, his curled hair wet and longer than usual. Even though the tub was more than half-full, Darcy was so tall that his bent knees came up out of the water.

Elizabeth swallowed hard, taking in the scene. The back of neck was wet. His thighs were massive, more muscular than she had realized. And his right hand was clasping his…manhood…which was huge. Throbbing.

She had never had the chance to study it before, and she found herself wishing she could move closer. She watched the way Darcy gripped himself, and he seemed almost—almost violent. He moved his hand up and down his shaft with a firm grip that she would have been terrified to use on him—

Her heated thoughts cooled suddenly.

Why was he doing this? Alone?

With a groan, Darcy leaned his head back against the tub's high, curved edge. His eyes were closed and Elizabeth's nipples tightened as she saw her husband bite his bottom lip. His hand worked harder, faster, impossibly rough. "God, yes," he groaned, his manhood erupting suddenly. Elizabeth's mouth felt dry. Is that what happened? Inside of her?

And should she be more ashamed to have seen it? Because she wasn't ashamed. She wanted to watch him do it again.

Elizabeth shook herself from her trance and backed away. Did he do this often? Did all men do this? He took pleasure—alone?

On one hand, Elizabeth felt slightly better. Darcy had promised her he would never be like some of the men they both knew, who kept mistresses in town. But.

Why would he not come to her?

Did she displease him?

Elizabeth felt like an automaton as she moved to their bedroom door, opening it and then calling his name, as if she had just arrived.

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