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Flesh to Flesh (Gay Erotica)
Flesh to Flesh (Gay Erotica)
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From nationally best selling author, Tawny Taylor, a story of redemption, love and carnal need...
SYNOPSIS
After making one fatal mistake, Dr. Noble Cavanaugh is cursed by a powerful mage. His punishment: compete isolation. From people. From sensation. From life. But once a year Noble is freed from his prison and spends three bittersweet days with his devoted partner and lover, Sayer Lyon. They make love. They laugh. And they weep. And then at sunrise, he returns to his prison to wait for the next year's fall equinox. This is how it's been for five years, and this is how it will be for many more.
At least, that's what Noble and Sayer believe.
LENGTH Novella
WARNING
Gay Erotica. Contains bone-melting graphic gay sex scenes
SAMPLE
The room was filled with the sweet scent of burning wood, the snap and crackle of fire, the flickering light of the flames dancing in the fireplace. They made it as far as the thick fur rug spread upon the floor in front of the fireplace.
Noble fell to his knees before Sayer and lifted his hands, pressing them against Sayer's stomach. His fingertips traced the lines etched in the muscular plane, and his eyes filled with raw emotion. "Tell me what you want."
Sayer sighed. What he wanted, Noble couldn't give him. A curse sat on his tongue. It tasted bitter, and he longed to spit it out, but he knew the price he'd pay if he did. Instead, he swallowed. Hard. Several times.
It was time to stay in the moment, to push everything else to the side. Otherwise, precious time would be lost. He would do this for Noble. For them both.
"I hurt," Sayer whispered. "I need you."
"I need you too."
"I can't wait another minute. I'm... sorry."
"No, don't apologize." Noble slid his hands down Sayer's body to his erect cock. With one hand, he gripped Sayer's rod, giving it a slow, long swipe. And with the other, Noble caressed his testicles, already snugged tight up against his body.
A glistening pearl of precum seeped from Sayer's cock, and Noble hungrily lapped it away. Then he opened his mouth and took Sayer's prick deep, until the flared head struck the back of his throat.
Sayer let his head fall back. A moan slipped from his lips. It had been so long since he'd been touched. Since he'd had anything but his own hand stroking his dick. It was heaven. Absolute bliss. If only they could do this every day. Every night. Every minute...
SYNOPSIS
After making one fatal mistake, Dr. Noble Cavanaugh is cursed by a powerful mage. His punishment: compete isolation. From people. From sensation. From life. But once a year Noble is freed from his prison and spends three bittersweet days with his devoted partner and lover, Sayer Lyon. They make love. They laugh. And they weep. And then at sunrise, he returns to his prison to wait for the next year's fall equinox. This is how it's been for five years, and this is how it will be for many more.
At least, that's what Noble and Sayer believe.
LENGTH Novella
WARNING
Gay Erotica. Contains bone-melting graphic gay sex scenes
SAMPLE
The room was filled with the sweet scent of burning wood, the snap and crackle of fire, the flickering light of the flames dancing in the fireplace. They made it as far as the thick fur rug spread upon the floor in front of the fireplace.
Noble fell to his knees before Sayer and lifted his hands, pressing them against Sayer's stomach. His fingertips traced the lines etched in the muscular plane, and his eyes filled with raw emotion. "Tell me what you want."
Sayer sighed. What he wanted, Noble couldn't give him. A curse sat on his tongue. It tasted bitter, and he longed to spit it out, but he knew the price he'd pay if he did. Instead, he swallowed. Hard. Several times.
It was time to stay in the moment, to push everything else to the side. Otherwise, precious time would be lost. He would do this for Noble. For them both.
"I hurt," Sayer whispered. "I need you."
"I need you too."
"I can't wait another minute. I'm... sorry."
"No, don't apologize." Noble slid his hands down Sayer's body to his erect cock. With one hand, he gripped Sayer's rod, giving it a slow, long swipe. And with the other, Noble caressed his testicles, already snugged tight up against his body.
A glistening pearl of precum seeped from Sayer's cock, and Noble hungrily lapped it away. Then he opened his mouth and took Sayer's prick deep, until the flared head struck the back of his throat.
Sayer let his head fall back. A moan slipped from his lips. It had been so long since he'd been touched. Since he'd had anything but his own hand stroking his dick. It was heaven. Absolute bliss. If only they could do this every day. Every night. Every minute...
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