Page 70 of A Virgin for the Forbidden Duke

Matthew took a step closer. “Pardon?”

“I love you…”

“Agnes…” His voice broke.

“I love you, Matthew—”

His lips came crashing down on hers in a hot, passionate kiss that threatened to drive her insane. She moaned and immediately wrapped her arms around his neck, drawing him even closer.

Her hands slid up into his dark, lush hair, and she pulled him to her as if she wanted to devour him. He kissed her again and again, each time more deeply than the last.

She felt his tongue slide against hers, and her body trembled with so much desire that it threatened to overwhelm her.

His tongue did really sinful things to her, and she eagerly returned the favor.

“God, I missed you,” he whispered against her lips as their tongues danced together.

“I missed you, too, Matthew. So much.”

She pulled away from him and looked into his eyes. “I’m sorry about what happened before. I didn’t mean it.”

“I know,” he said softly. “It’s all right. We can forget about it.”

She nodded with a brilliant smile and then leaned in for another kiss. This time, it was slow and sensual.

She moaned softly, and he deepened the kiss, his hands sliding down her back and pulling her closer.

“I want you,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with need.

She could feel his hardness pressing against her through his pants, and it made her heart race. “I want you, too,” she said.

He looked at her, his eyes dark. “Agnes…”

“Yes.” She nodded. An affirmation and an answer. “Yes, please, Matthew. Make me yours.”

“Goodness gracious, Agnes,” he growled.

Their kiss turned desperate, and his fingers found her soft chemise under her billowing gown, his fingers softly touching, rubbing her soft folds, making her cry out loud and arch even more against him.

His other hand touched her creamy breast through the fabric.

“Oh, God, yes,” she moaned. “Please, touch me.”

He reached up and worked fast on her corset, and then pulled her dress down, revealing her creamy white skin and the lacy chemise beneath.

“So beautiful,” he groaned, cupping her breasts in his hands and squeezing them gently, his thumbs rubbing her hardened nubs through the thin material.

She arched her back and moaned, her body trembling with desire. “Take off your clothes,” she whispered. “I want to feel you.”

He smiled and began to unbutton his coat and then his shirt, his hands shaking with excitement. He pulled them off and revealed his muscular chest, his sinewy muscles rippling with every movement.

She ran her hands over his chest and down to his waist, her fingers tracing the lines of his hard stomach. And then down.

“Oh…” Her eyes widened softly at the feel of him. Heat swarmed her core.

He groaned as she touched him, and she could feel his heart racing beneath her fingertips.

He reached behind her and pulled down her chemise, finally letting it fall to the floor.

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