Page 23 of A Virgin for the Forbidden Duke

Her eyes were soft and filled with so much desire. Her lips were pink and moist. His were, too.

She shook her head, and before she could think twice about it, she pulled him closer, leaned up, and with a tender touch of her lips, she initiated a small kiss, her actions belying her true desires.

Matthew responded by pulling her close, his arms enveloping her in an embrace that was both passionate and possessive. Their mouths met in a fiery kiss, the world around them fading into insignificance. At that stolen moment, they allowed their desires to consume them, the electricity between them crackling with intensity.

He pulled away from her lips and looked into her eyes, seeing the desire he had only imagined. He leaned down and kissed her again, this time more gently, his tongue dancing with hers.

She moaned softly and arched against him, pressing herself against him. He chuckled and began to nibble on her earlobe.

“You want me, don’t you?”

She nodded and bit her lip.

“Tell me.”

“This is inappropriate, Your Grace,” she whimpered as his large hands roamed over her body.

She could feel his hardness through his clothes, and she started to ache badly. For him.

His long fingers moved up her waist till they got to the swell of her breasts, and found her hard nipples, rolling them between his thumbs and forefingers.

Agnes cried out her pleasure.

Ah, yes!

She didn’t know it before, but now it was clear as day. She was doomed.

CHAPTER8

Agnes found herself surprised by the newfound eagerness with which she anticipated the social gatherings her mother consistently compelled her to attend.

Especially when it brought her to Matthew.

Once again at an utterly boring and suitor-filled ball, Agnes found herself exchanging eye contact with the Duke of Huntington and, after, successfully sneaking out of the ballroom, with Mary not noticing a thing.

Agnes could not help the giggle that left her lips when the Duke pulled her into his chest and pressed a kiss to her lips.

Far away from prying eyes, in the inner corners of the garden, Matthew held Agnes in his arms as he kissed her.

She was surprised by how much she liked being kissed by him, and it felt so natural to be held in his arms. He smelled like lavender and vanilla, which she thought was quite nice.

“You smell like vanilla,” she said softly, breaking the kiss.

Matthew chuckled. “I can’t say I’ve ever noticed. You smell like roses.”

A warm smile played on Agnes’s lips. “Thank you.”

Matthew pulled her closer to him and kissed her again. “You’re welcome.” He pulled back slightly. “Do you want to go somewhere more private?”

Agnes nodded.

“Follow me.”

As they strolled hand in hand, the world transformed into their own secret haven. Agnes gazed around the hidden gazebo, a tranquil retreat where the whispers of the night held sway.

“What’s this place?” she inquired.

“It’s where we can be alone,” Matthew replied.

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