“Look inside your champagne,” he repeated. I knew that look. It was the same one he wore that day in the park almost a year ago when he told me for the second time that he loved me.
I looked down at my glass. There was far more than just champagne in the flute. There was a ring.
I gasped and looked up at him to find him going to one knee before me.
“Elizabeth Bennet, will you do me the honor of making me the happiest man in the world?” he asked. His voice shook slightly, and I loved him all the more for it. “Marry me?”
I nodded, unable to find the words.
“Say ‘yes,’ or he’ll just keep kneeling,” Georgiana shouted. I looked up to see Mr. Darcy’s sister, his best friend Charles, and my best friend Jane, all grinning at me. They had all known.
“Yes,” I managed to squeak out. I was too happy to speak. I just kept nodding. “Yes, yes, yes!”
Mr. Darcy beamed a smile at me as he fished the ring out of the champagne and put it on my finger. I loved how happy he looked. I loved that smile, and I loved that light in his eyes. It was better than the fireworks outside.
The ring was lovely. A diamond bigger than anything I’d ever seen shimmered up at me from my hand.
“And, I have a smaller one for when you’re working and need to wear gloves,” Mr. Darcy whispered to me. “Because I know that’s important to you.”
He to
ok my glass and set it to the side for our new years kiss. The others started to sing Auld Lang Syne in the background, but my world was solely focused on Mr. Darcy, my soon-to-be husband.
He took my chin between his first two fingers and his thumb, tipping my face up to look at him. Then, he gave me a rare smile that made my heart flutter and my knees go weak, even after a year of being together. It still made me tremble that he would smile that way at me.
Our lips came together, love and desire mixing in equal parts. It’s passionate and primal, yet so deep that my soul sang with his in harmony.
I brought in the New Year, and the rest of my life, with Mr. Darcy’s Kiss.
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He pushed me back until I bumped against the door. His mouth skimmed my jaw, down to my throat, his teeth grazing my skin and his five-o-clock shadow scratching gently. He pressed a thigh between my legs, sending heat through my belly and then south. I whimpered for more, the noise low in my throat.
“You want to invite me in?” he whispered in my ear. Goosebumps ran down my arms, but not from cold.
“Why? Are you a vampire?” I asked with a wry smile.
He didn’t answer but instead kissed me again, drawing me to him like a magnet. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled on my waist, guiding me through the open door. He released me and I felt woozy on my feet from his kisses. The door thudded softly shut and I licked my lips.
He was perfect in the moonlight. His shoulders were broad, tapering into a tight waist and an ass that my fingers itched to squeeze. The darkness and the wine made me bold, my desire growing by the minute. His eyes caught mine and he smiled, knowing that I was checking him out. Those eyes turned up the flame growing in my belly, now spreading north and south, filling my core with need. The sexual tension wrapped around us like taut guitar strings, filling the room with vibrating desire.
His hands grabbed my hips again, pulling me into him with strong fingers. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, tangling my fingers in his hair as we stumbled towards the bedroom. A part of me told me that I should stop, that I should think this through, but the other voices in my head quickly drowned her out; I wanted him more than I wanted to breathe…