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silvertongue kept this all to herself, smiling inwardly at akavir's growl. perhaps he might pin her more harshly, but no, he spoke instead. he instructed. he educated. she had not moved for the aforementioned reasons; his breath burned her ear and it was her own turn to ache. he teased. futute mayfairs! that was what he meant to do. slowly she rolled to face him, not to face his belly with her own but to angle her hip beneath akavir. "is it worth the tearing to get away?" silvertongue asked, glancing gayly over her shoulder. future mayfairs indeed, and so she saw him as a man who meant perhaps to marry.