Vampire Darcy's Desire

I want to feel your skin touching mine—to not know where either of us begins or ends,” she whispered.

Impulsively, Darcy rolled her to her back and hovered over her, burying his face in Elizabeth’s hair.“God help me, Elizabeth. I surrender.”

I am trying to make you love me, Mr. Darcy,” Elizabeth blurted out without thinking. Her words brought their struggle to a standstill.
Darcy gazed into her eyes, heavy-lidded with desire, and he lost all sense of reason. “Cease trying, Mrs. Darcy,” he whispered. “I loved you from the beginning

I will be satisfied with what we have, Fitzwilliam. Having only part of you would be superior to knowing anyone else fully.”

Despite the histrionics of the last few minutes, she smiled with the knowledge that Fitzwilliam Darcy had no idea what he just started—with a fatalistic certainty, she knew this was not the end

He hypnotized her with his charms—his desire to please her. Elizabeth Bennet was bewitched.