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“Why do you say that?” Matthew gently grabbed her cheek and made her look at him.

She shrugged. “I don’t know what else to do, that’s why.”

“I don’t understand.” Matthew frowned.

“When… when we kiss, I wish to do things with my hands, but… they just stay there like logs of wood.”

Matthew stared at her for a while, quiet, before he threw his head back and burst into laughter.

Agnes scrunched her nose up at him. “You make jest of me.”

“No, I don’t. I just—you are a weird one, Miss Agnes,” he said, and Agnes could not decide if it was a good thing or bad thing.

Matthew sighed in amusement and took her hand. He placed it on his chest, and her eyes snapped up to his.

He smiled. “You can touch me here.”

“I can?”

“Yes.”

He moved their hands down slowly, lower, and Agnes gasped. “M-Matthew!”

He stopped just at the hardness in his trousers. “You can touch me here, too.”

“And there?”

They both knew what she asked.

Matthew gulped. “No… not now.”

“Oh.” She tried to hide her disappointment. “When can I?” she asked, and Matthew groaned.

What was he doing?

“Soon, Agnes. Soon. When you’re mine.”

She nodded and bit her lip again.

Slowly, Matthew showed her everything she could touch.

She could touch everything. But notthat.

She bit harder on her lip, and Matthew groaned again, his hands going to release her lower lip from her teeth.

“Agnes, you’re doing it again. You’re killing me,” he said with a smile.

She giggled. “Sorry,” she said and released his hand, placing both of hers on his chest as she leaned in for another kiss.

He groaned softly as she kissed him, and when she pulled away, she looked at him with a smile. “Like that?”

“Yes, just like that,” he growled and pulled her back in for a kiss, this one deeper than the last.

He carried her and walked them deeper into their corner. There, he dropped her and kept kissing her till they both lost breath. Then, he kissed down her lips, her neck, making her jerk against him, her moan soft and loud. He kissed down her exposed chest over the fabric of her gown. He kissed all the way down till he was on his knees before her and she panted down at him.

He grinned up at her. “Stand strong,” was all the warning he gave before he dived under her gown, pulled her chemise to the side, and his tongue found her wetness.

“Oh!” Agnes gasped, and her fingers went into his hair and gripped it tightly.