~ LHARS ~
Some time later they lay facing each other on the furs. Lhars combed her hair back and let his fingers run through it, smoothing where it had become tangled in their lovemaking.
Kyelle stared up at him, one of her hands flattened on his chest, feeling his heartbeat. Then she blinked and took his hand and pressed it to her chest between her breasts.
"Feel that," she whispered, awed.
Their heartbeats were aligned.
Lhars' swallowed. "That's…"
"The bond," she said, nodding. "You're mine, Lhars."
"Body and soul," he said gruffly, his chest aching not with pain, but with the sheer overwhelming love he felt for her.
Her eyes went soft and he couldn't resist. He curled a hand over her waist to the small of her back and pulled her across the furs, against him, cupping the back of her knee and pulling it over his, just so they were tangled together.
