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Philip paused for only a moment to ask, “Are you certain? Once we have done this, we cannot go back.”
Concerned that he might have shown her some kind of reluctance on his part, he quickly added, “It is not that I do not wish to be with you. I merely wish to know you are certain.”
Daisy began to smile as though she found his flustered moment humorous. Then she nodded, and when he continued to pause over her, his finger growing still inside her, she knew he needed something more from her. Sucking in a deep breath, she announced, “Philip, I am certain.”
He needed nothing more than that, and Daisy was surprised when he removed his finger from her. It was replaced momentarily by the tip of his member. He hovered at the entrance to her body as if allowing her one more moment to change her mind.
Knowing she would not, Daisy raised her hips to meet him and felt him slip deep inside her. For just a few seconds, she was overwhelmed by shock and a mild stretching sensation that bordered upon pain. Then, as her body grew used to his presence, she felt him beginning to move to and fro, thrusting inside her as though he wanted nothing more than to melt onto her.
And so they did. They melted into each other, once more becoming a tangle of arms and legs and all body parts as they writhed together, sharing desire and pleasure. Thoughts, feelings, and sensations all seemed to become one, and Philip was all that Daisy could think about. He became her world, making her heart beat only for him, making her body entirely his.
A strange sensation began growing deep in her gut, akin to the anxious knotting in the stomach. It grew and grew until it felt as though an unimaginable pressure was building deep inside her and her moans turned to screams, feeling as though it were the only way to handle the sensation without losing her mind entirely.
Finally, just when she felt she might not be able to take it anymore, she felt an explosion deep inside her that coursed throughout every limb. Her insides clenched around Philip’s manhood, making the sensation all the more pleasurable with every thrust of his member, and she knew he had felt it when he groaned, “Ahh, Daisy!”
At that moment, as she felt the sensation starting to build inside her once more, she felt Philip stiffening atop her. His heavy breathing became groaning and hushed curses, whispering her name with a deep and unbound desire that caused her body to explode with sheer ecstasy all over again.
Just then, when her insides clenched around him once more, Daisy felt his manhood halt inside her. It throbbed and jerked, and he grew entirely still. His groaning was accompanied by a warm, wet, gushing sensation deep inside her body, and she exclaimed in shock, feeling his seed burst free of her body and coat her inner thighs.
Her head continued to spin for a long time afterwards, long after he had kissed her on the forehead and rolled onto his side beside her. Long after he had pulled her into his arms and encouraged her to lie her head upon his chest.
She was still revelling in it when he seemed to have caught his breath enough to whisper in her ear, “Rest now, my love. Tomorrow we shall be man and wife.”
With those words ringing in her ears and a throbbing soreness between her legs, she dozed off with her head resting upon him; his arm wrapped protectively around her.
Before exhaustion overwhelmed her, she couldn’t help thinking,this is the way it was always meant to be.
Chapter 30
Lady Balfour awoke as she did every morning, with her maid opening the drapes of her room adjoining the duke’s own chambers. Though she slept alone, she always felt as though she had a good sense of all those around her, her husband sleeping in his own bed just on the other side of the wall, her daughter sleeping right across the hall, and his daughter sleeping in the very next room to hers.
Yet the moment Agnes woke that morning, she already sensed something was different. It was too quiet, and she was out of bed even before the maid had crossed the room to pull back the drapes.
“West, is something the matter?” Agnes demanded the moment her maid turned from opening the drapes. Though the woman looked just as she always did, the lady couldn’t help feeling something was wrong.
“No, My Lady, not that I am aware of,” West responded with a shake of her head. With her hands clasped before her, she smiled and politely asked, “Will you be wanting tea before breakfast this morning?”
This conversation occurred every morning, and it was clear from the way West inched towards the door that she already expected the answer to be yes. But instead, Lady Balfour began to clamber from her bed, shaking her head and insisting, “No, I require your help to dress, and then I shall take a walk of the house.”
What the lady did not say was why she wished to do so. She would not have the maid sneering in the servants’ quarters that she had gone utterly mad if her senses were wrong. A part of her even hoped that she was.
“As you wish, My Lady,” West said calmly, though it was clear for a moment that she was startled by the change in her mistress’s usual morning habits. Lady Balfour was pleased she did not question her, and the two were silent save for the usual questions on what she wished to wear and whether things were tight enough and comfortable.
Once dressed, Lady Balfour went immediately to her daughter’s bedroom across the hall. Knocking, she pushed open the door, her heart stopping the moment she found it devoid of life. The bed appeared untouched as if it had not been slept in.
Perhaps she is sleeping in Daisy’s room as she used to,Agnes thought, though she was certain it was a vain hope. The two girls had rarely shared a bed since they had grown into young women. Removing herself from her daughter’s room, closing the door carefully and quietly behind her, she addressed West, “Go downstairs and have tea brought to the parlour. I shall be down momentarily.”
With her rising suspicion, she did not wish the maid to be in attendance if she found anything untoward. She waited until the younger woman was gone before going to Daisy’s bedroom door and knocking. Moments later, she pushed the door open just as she had Bertha’s, to find that Daisy’s room was also empty, the bed untouched.
Where are these foolish girls?Agnes asked herself, carefully clicking the door shut as she had done before. She did not wish to arouse her husband’s suspicions until she was absolutely sure that something was amiss.
Walking down the hall, Agnes listened carefully for any sign of the girls, looking in every room save for the duke’s own bedroom, certain that he would not yet be risen from his bed as the sun had barely blessed the horizon.
With each door that she opened and closed, Agnes’ suspicion and worry grew. By the time she reached the bottom of the staircase and checked the library and the parlour where a maid had not yet arrived with tea, she was almost certain that neither of the girls was in the house.
Having found both girls in the gardens on several occasions recently, Agnes checked there next. Usually finding them already on their way around the side of the house from the rose gardens or even on their way from the orchard at the bottom of the garden, Agnes expected to find at least one of them upon exiting the house. Yet she found neither.
Her final port of call was the stables to the far side of the gardens. It was a small building, only housing a few horses and a single carriage with their more prized beasts remaining out in the countryside where they could be properly cared for and utilised, and Agnes often found her daughter there, grooming or even talking to the horses as she so liked animals.
