Haven 4 AVOW - Sandra R Neeley Page 0,14

“I think it makes it more special,” she admitted. “You don’t have to have me, you choose to have me.”

Lo'San smiled and nodded. “I agree. And so that you know… I knew you were meant for me the first moment I saw you. I could not stop thinking of you. I was drawn to you. As I got to know you, it only confirmed what I already knew — I wanted you for my own,” Lo'San said.

“I wanted you, too,” Synclare admitted.

Synclare reached for him to kiss him again. “I love you,” she whispered, kissing his lips but not being brave enough to open her mouth to him.

“I love you, Sink Lar. You will never know what it is to be unloved. We are each other’s family now,” Lo'San said.

“I’m sorry you had to leave your people,” Synclare whispered, knowing for him to say they were one another’s family, he must miss his own.

“I’m sorry you were taken from yours. If you ever wish to visit your world, I will escort you. Consul Kol Ra’ Don Tol is stationed there and would readily accept our request to visit, I’m sure,” Lo'San said.

Synclare shook her head. “I am here with you, where I was meant to be. My life is good now. I have no desire to go back.”

“If that should change…” Lo'San said.

“It won’t, but I’ll let you know just the same,” she said.

Lo'San looked down at his female, so trusting and loving as she looked up at him with her beautiful blue eyes. It wasn’t so long ago that she’d been brought aboard with the other females rescued from Malm’s ship. They’d all been afraid and traumatized, yet here she was, giving him the gift of trust and love. “I admire your strength, my Sink Lar. You are an amazing female. I am honored that you chose me.”

“I see you the same way. You could have chosen anyone you wanted.”

“No, you’ve held my heart since you first looked my way,” he admitted.

Synclare looked down at their clasped hands, ran her other hand across his. He couldn’t help but think of the circumstances that brought her to him, and he was angry with himself for not considering that she may not be ready for what he’d selfishly assumed would happen between them this night. “Sink Lar, I did not consider that you may need more time. If you can’t bond with me this night…” he started to say out of concern for his female, but she cut him off.

“Hush,” she said gently as she pulled her hand free of his and pulled his face down to hers to kiss him, finally brave enough to nip at his lips until he opened for her to allow her to slip her tongue into his mouth to play against his own.

All words stopped forming in Lo’San’s brain. All he knew was that his Sink Lar was tasting him, kissing his mouth, and it was the most wonderful thing he’d ever experienced, even better than when he’d kissed her this way before. This kiss, this tasting his mouth, she’d started, she wanted, and it made him deliriously happy. His purr kicked up again and he felt Synclare smile against his lips. “Why do you smile?” he whispered.

“Are you purring? Does that mean you’re happy?” she asked.

Lo'San smiled. “The rumble? It does. I can try to silence it if you’d like it to stop, but I’m not sure that it won’t start again,” Lo'San said, thinking she didn’t like it.

“No!” Synclare said, shaking her head quickly. “I like it.”

Lo'San grinned happily and kissed her again.

“I love your kisses. Your tongue is…”

“Is what?” he asked when she stopped speaking.

“It’s got ridges,” she finally answered.

“Is that alright?” he asked.

“I think it’s going to be amazing,” she answered, confusing him.

While he tried to figure out what she referred to she spoke again.

“Lo'San?” she asked.

“Yes, my Sink Lar.”

“I don’t need time to adjust. I’ve had time. Plenty of time, and what I need now is to feel loved and valued. By you. I want you, and I need you to want me, too,” she confessed.

Lo’San’s gray eyes seemed to darken as he looked down into her very blue ones. His fingers grazed her collarbone as they found their way to the buttons of her blouse. “I have never wanted anything more than to complete our bond!” he insisted.

“Then do it,” she invited.

“May I remove this?” he asked as his chest rumbled, ever the polite gentleman despite his apparent need.

Synclare