Ka'Cit's Haven - Page 194

The answer was yes.

More than anything in the world.

He wanted to see little versions of himself and his gnora running around. It was one of his life’s greatest wishes.

Nee-ya rubbed his cheek, her touch gentle. “What about adoption?”

“A—what?”

“You know, becoming the parents of a child who has none.”

His life organ thumped hard.

“You would rear someone else’s seed with me?”

Nee-ya nodded. “I would.”

Ka’Cit had to inhale deeply.

“That’s not something Merssi females do…I…I’d never considered it before.”

“I’m not Merssi. Back home, my father basically adopted a shit ton of kids that became my extended family. It’s normal where I come from.”

Hope was beginning to flare within him and he wasn’t sure if he should let himself trust that everything would be okay.

“And…you would do this with me? You would give up your happiness to be with me.”

Nia shook her head. “No.”

“I don’t understand.”

“These past few weeks have been the hardest in my life.” She brushed her thumb over his cheek. “I missed you. A lot. I wouldn’t be giving up my happiness. You are my happiness.”

“Nee-ya.” It was the only thing he could say before he pulled her into him, his mouth crashing against hers.

She melted against him, her body molding into his as he turned and laid her on the seat, their mouths locked, their tongues stroking over each other.

Suddenly, the pressure of the past few weeks came crashing down and all he could do was feel her, his gnora.

She was his.

And he was hers.

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Ka’Cit’s lips crushed hers as if she was the oxygen he needed to breathe and Nia opened herself to him.

His hands were at the sides of her face in a gentle caress as his lips played with hers, and when she sighed into their kiss, he groaned and held her tighter.

Somehow, when he’d put her down, he’d settled between her legs and she could feel him throbbing there.

Luckily, the seat was long and wide enough to hold them both because she wasn’t sure she could wait till they arrived before things escalated.

She was mildly aware of him reaching toward the car’s controls and hitting something, but when the car began to slow down, she understood what he’d done.

They were stopping in the middle of the plains, in the dark, yet she didn’t feel a sliver of fear.

Because of him, she didn’t feel like a victim of her circumstances anymore. He’d given her a voice and with that voice, she’d found herself again.