Page 51 of A Virgin for the Forbidden Duke

The words of endearment Matthew just called her tugged at her heartstrings, but she couldn’t let it get to her. She was not about to lose him.

Matthew’s lips moved from hers to her neck. His hands were on her sides, his fingers caressing her skin. She loved the way his calloused hands felt on her skin. And she gasped when his hands grabbed unto hers and led them to his hardness.

“I need you, my love,” Matthew whispered in her ear. “I have been waiting for this moment since I met you. Since that day when I saw you in the garden. I know you are mine now, and I am yours,” he said with a smile.

“Yes, Matthew.” She smiled back at him.

Matthew’s hand started to guide hers on him. Her hand began to move up and down his shaft.

Matthew moaned into her neck. “Agnes, my love,” he whispered. “I want you so badly.”

“Matthew, we could be seen here,” Agnes said softly.

Matthew looked around and noticed they were out in the open. It was dark outside, and there weren’t many people around. He looked at her and grinned.

“I highly doubt that,” he said as his hands found her thighs, rubbing slightly as they moved upwards.

Agnes gasped, her hands tightening on his shaft when he slid his hand inside her underthings and found her center.

“Matthew,” Agnes moaned, pleasure coursing through her as she carefully stroked his hardness with her hand.

She was very careful not to touch him too hard, but she wanted to feel every inch of him in her hands. Her fingers danced over the length of him, making him grow harder with each stroke. He groaned at the feel of her soft skin against his flesh.

She loved how he felt in her hand. She moved down a little, taking more of him into her hand. His eyes widened at the feel of her small, delicate hand around him.

She looked up at him, smiling as she slowly stroked him. He had such a beautiful smile. She couldn’t help but smile back.

And a moan escaped her lips when his finger slid into her.

Matthew rubbed gently at first, but then harder, pushing deeper inside of her. Agnes cried out, her voice muffled by her other hand on her mouth. Her hips bucked, trying to get more of him into her.

She was so wet for him. He moved faster, his finger sliding in and out of her. She could feel her body growing warmer.

He smiled at her, his finger moving faster. He leaned forward, kissing her stomach. She shivered, feeling his breath on her skin. Her hands on him became more urgent, matching his pace, and Matthew groaned loudly at the action.

His breath became more urgent with hers.

As Agnes carefully stroked him, pleasure coursing through her, she felt an intimate connection with Matthew. Their shared ecstasy reached its peak, and as they both climaxed, a moment of intense intimacy enveloped them.

Breathing heavily, Matthew held Agnes close. “Agnes, my love, I want to be a part of your life in every way. Tomorrow, I’ll gather my courage and meet your parents, seeking their blessing to court you.”

Agnes, still catching her breath, looked into Matthew’s eyes as she immediately remembered what she had come here for.

“Matthew,” she began, her voice carrying a tremor she struggled to conceal. “There’s something we need to talk about.”

He pulled back, concern etched on his face. “Agnes, what’s wrong? You look troubled.”

A surge of guilt washed over her as she considered the pain she was about to inflict on him.

Taking a deep breath, Agnes steeled herself for the difficult words she needed to speak. “Matthew, our connection has been a source of joy, but I fear the circumstances have changed. Duty calls, and I must heed its command.”

Matthew’s expression shifted from concern to confusion. “Agnes, what are you saying?”

She looked away, unable to meet his gaze as she continued, “My family’s expectations weigh heavily on me, and I cannot ignore them any longer. I have to prioritize duty over personal desires.”

Silence hung in the air, broken only by the distant rustling of leaves. Agnes awaited Matthew’s response, her heart aching with the pain of impending separation.

Agnes braced herself, her heart torn between the love she felt for Matthew and the duty she owed to her family. She steeled her gaze, refusing to let the well of emotions show.

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