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It’s time for the Sunday Snog and I’m featuring an oldie, but a goodie. The Air I Breathe. Check it out!!
Word Count: 17K
Page Count: 56
Cover Artist: Reneé George
Genres and Themes: Erotic Romance; Novella; Paranormal; Magic; BDSM; Gay and Lesbian
Sometimes the one who drives you the craziest is the very one you can’t live without.
When Taygan walked, Luc thought he’d never see his best friend again. That’s fine. Luc’s busy with his band, Glow, and isn’t really interested in having a love life. There’s just one small glitch. He’s lonely without Tay, and his pride can’t take losing him again. It’s up to Luc to decide, but can he live with his decision?
Taygan thought he could handle his element and have a permanent relationship with Luc — until the need to follow the wind element took over. But being away from Luc is killing Tay’s element. To make things worse, Luc’s not waiting around for Tay any longer. What’s a guy to do when his lover is the very air he breathes?
And now for some snoggin’!
Luc silenced him with a kiss. Tay sighed and melted into the fire in the connection. Luc slipped one hand between their bodies and wrapped his fingers around Tay’s erection. “This tells me you love this. I want to hear it.”
“Goddess,” Tay moaned. Wisps of air swirled around him. “Yes, I love it.”
Luc arranged Tay’s legs over his, balls to balls, cocks tangling together. More breeze whipped around Tay and rustled Luc’s hair. “Then let’s indulge. Embrace what we have.” He grabbed one of Tay’s hands and placed it under his. “Like this. I want to feel you surrounding me with your element.”
Each stroke resonated down into Tay’s core. His balls throbbed against Luc’s. Heat from Luc’s body filled Tay and buoyed his spirits. Not only his strength, but his element increased. He ground his hips into Luc’s pelvis. The intimacy of the act struck Tay. They’d played plenty of times, but this was something more sacred and earthy. He drew in a long breath of air and held it until his lungs burned. The swirling air strengthened to a brisk wind and blew Tay’s hair off his face. Luc’s sandalwood scent wafted around Tay like a caress.
“I don’t know how you do this, but you make me so crazy.” Luc groaned and thrust his fingers into Tay’s hair, tugging him closer. “I can feel you inside me, like this is how it’s supposed to be — one heart, one deep love. There’s no one else in the world, just us.” Gentle nibbles turned to rough kisses. Luc thrust his tongue in and out of Tay’s mouth as if they were having sex.
Tay sighed. He loved how Luc’s words worked perfectly for song lyrics.
The curtains flapped, and the ends of the towel flipped over. Cups fell off the counter with a melodic plink, plink, plink. Tay wrapped his legs tighter around Luc and whimpered. He needed this — needed the domination with a sprinkle of pain, needed to know where he belonged and just how much he meant to Lucien, needed the words of love.