This is too extraordinary for her, a fling that will have to be tarnished, effaced from the archives of her pliant memories. It will set too high a standard; evoke an inward, painful longing. Her Madame already knew this. She is to be with Mr. Lawrence not an hour after this perfect encounter. The sidhe foundling has heard tell that he is swine, and she is pearls, but that this arrangement was done on purpose. To show her the truth, this life is not passionate, not a faery’s. That she needs to quell those ideals, dampen them, but a faery’s heart beats fierce, and free!
She grasps him, holding on tighter and yet, still too shy to go along much, to get at what others go after when they’re seeking to please themselves and paying customers. She risks taking something for herself, steals another kiss. There’s a throaty exclaim with her pale swan throat when the sting of her first encounter wears off, and pleasure inches into its place.