Free Vampire Darcy's Desire by Regina Jeffers

at Netherfield for only a few more days.You will be at Netherfield for only a few more weeks. As long as we keep it to a few stolen moments such as these—innocent moments—why must it end? Perhaps I will recall this flirtation when I am old and tending Jane’s children,” she said playfully.
    “You never having children of your own, Miss Elizabeth, seems an aberration of nature,” he whispered huskily, but he could not look at her because, to him, she was everything good in the world. “I would like the memory of you to brighten my dreams.” Dreams of what might have been, if not for a curse. Darcy stood and offered her his hand.“We will let this run its course, then.”
    Elizabeth stood and, without thought, stepped into him, sliding her arms about his waist and resting her head on his chest. Darcy kissed the top of her head and sighed. Being with her felt so utterly right—no hesitation. She tilted her head back as she looked up at him. She repeated his gesture from the night before, stroking his chin line with her fingertips.“Do we meet again this evening?”
    Darcy’s eyes sparkled with anticipation. “In the ballroom—not the library.”
    “The ballroom? Finally, we will dance?” Elizabeth’s breath caught in her chest.“Am I now tolerable enough to tempt you, or is it because I will no longer be slighted by other men?”
    “You, my Minx, knew even that evening at the assembly that you tempted me, and I was a fool to deny it. If I offended you, I apologize. I fought, but not so gallantly, what I saw from the first time my eyes rested on you.”
    “Even without music, we dance at last?” she repeated.
    Darcy smiled mischievously. “I thought I might teach you to waltz.We can hum if you require music, my lady.”
    “ Waltz? ” she gasped.“It is so…so scandalous!”
    “Exactly,” he said, as he pulled her into his arms and lowered his head to kiss her.Their lips met. Elizabeth felt his body harden and her hungry response. “ Fitzwilliam, ” she moaned—a moan not of rejection, but of want—when they separated.
    The need in her voice sent his senses spinning, and he rained
kisses all about her face and behind her ear. He laid kisses down the length of her neck and across her shoulders, igniting a fire in both of them. At the indentation of her neck and shoulder, he paused. Darcy felt the blood rushing through her—knew the feeling it invoked in him—could nearly taste it. She was under his power, and he could take her; she could belong to him for an eternity. Automatically, his lips sucked lightly on the spot, but Darcy fought the ravening hunger pulsing through him—fought it with an intensity he never knew he had. He let his teeth graze the spot, raking over it several times—and then his tongue lapped it before he kissed the indentation tenderly and continued along her shoulder and the nape of her neck. A white-hot heat coursed through his body. He groaned.“How do you have such power over me?”
    “I put a spell on you,” she said mischievously.
    Darcy pulled back to look at her questioningly. “I am a man who believes in spells, Miss Elizabeth.”
    “Really, Mr. Darcy? I would think you much too sensible.” Her tone remained playful.
    His thumb traced the outline of her lips. “My judgments are often based on more than the facts; gut feelings come into play as well. I accept what others cannot see.”
    “What do you see when you look at me, Fitzwilliam?”
    “A conundrum.” He brushed his lips across hers. “A beautiful woman. An adventurous spirit.” He wanted to add soul mate, but did not. “A beautiful, adventurous woman who looks thoroughly kissed,” he added slyly.
    Elizabeth arched one eyebrow. “Shall we return to the house? Jane should be awake by now, and I am sure Miss Bingley is in need of your company.”
    “Do not remind me,Vixen.You will pay sorely for my attention to you,” he warned.
    “I can handle Miss Bingley.” Elizabeth stepped away and