Page 36 of A Virgin for the Forbidden Duke

He broke the kiss and looked into her eyes. Agnes smiled at him, and then her smile faded. Before Matthew could worry and ask if she was all right, she pulled away from him and took a step back.

Matthew watched her with hungry eyes. Agnes walked around him and went to the door. She opened it and stepped out onto the balcony.

The moonlight made her skin glow, and she looked like an angel. Matthew walked up behind her and grabbed her waist. As the door closed, the sounds of merriment also dimmed.

How come he didn’t hear that before?

He pressed himself against her, and she gasped. He felt her tremble again, and he groaned. He kissed her neck and nibbled on her earlobe. Agnes whimpered and leaned her head back against his shoulder, her eyes closed and her lips parted in pleasure.

Matthew slid his hands up her sides until they reached her breasts. He cupped them and squeezed them lightly. Agnes moaned and pressed her soft, full behind against his hardness.

“You’re going to kill me,” Matthew groaned and slid his hands under her dress. He massaged her bare flesh, and she gasped.

Matthew groaned and pressed against her harder. Agnes whimpered and did the same.

His hands trailed over her soft, pale flesh till he found her undergarments. He tugged them down and felt her gasp.

“Y-Your Grace,” she moaned, her eyes wide.

“Yes, Agnes?” He slid his fingers between her legs and felt her wetness.

Agnes moaned, shook her head and arched toward him. Her body seemed to chant,more, more, more.

Matthew groaned and slid his fingers between her folds. He wanted her so badly. He wanted to thrust into her right there on the balcony. He wanted to take her over and over until all she could scream was his name.

He wanted her.

He felt her shudder, and he groaned. He slipped two fingers inside her and felt her walls tighten around them.

“Do you want me, Agnes? Do you want this?” he whispered in her ear, and she made a soft purring sound, jerking against him and arching her back wantonly.

“Yes… yes, Your Grace, please,” she cried, and overcome with his desire, he pushed his trousers down, and his hardness jutted out.

He couldn’t wait. He couldn’t. Her soft sounds spurred him on, and he pushed into her with one single, powerful thrust—

He jerked awake, drenched in sweat and hard all over. For a second, he just sat there.

He’d done it again. He had gotten closer to Agnes over the month, and, somehow, his hunger for her did not go away like Stephen predicted it would. No, it seemed to get worse every time he saw her, kissed her lips and touched her skin.

Now he kept having dreams of her.

What would he do?

The morning sun cast a warm glow over his chamber, the golden rays filtering through the heavy drapes that adorned the large windows.

The room itself bore the mark of aristocracy—rich mahogany furniture, intricate tapestries depicting scenes of grandeur, and a four-poster bed adorned with opulent fabrics.

Matthew ran his hands through his hair, reality starting to wash over him as the duties of his title began to loom over him like the impending dawn.

He glanced at the intricately carved clock on his bedside table, its ticking a reminder of the relentless march of time. Today, a series of meetings with estate managers, discussions about upcoming social engagements, and the ever-present political matters awaited him.

With a sigh, he swung his legs over the edge of the mattress, the cool touch of the polished wooden floor a stark contrast to the fiery hotness of his dreams.

Even though he tried to shake it off, thoughts of Agnes lingered in the corners of his mind, the memory of her lips and the passionate exchange haunting his waking hours.

The dream had been vivid, filled with kisses and shared laughter—a reality he craved but knew existed only in the realm of slumber.

Because how could he?

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