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    Savage Capture
    Savage Capture
    Savage Capture
    Ebook38 pages32 minutes

    Savage Capture

    By Jessie Snow

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    Some things aren't meant to be remembered...

    Jay has a secret. A secret he locked away within his own mind, after a tragic accident years ago. Electrical being Skyler intends to help him unlock it. But painful memories can only be unlocked using pleasure as the key. And when Jay and Skyler are caught in a rainstorm, things don’t go as planned.

    Jay doesn’t think electricity and rain are a good combination.

    He’s wrong.

    Savage Capture is Volume Two of the From the Ashes short story series.
    Length: 8,100 words (approximately 33 pages). A short story.
    Please note: This gay erotica short story contains explicit adult male/male content. It is intended for adults 18+ only.

    Dub-con, fingering, rimming, anal sex, orgasm control, multiple orgasms, forced orgasms, prostate milking, outdoor sexual situations, alien characteristics, erotic electrostimulation, e-stim, electrosex, manhandling, BDSM undertones. Three extremely detailed and explicit m/m scenes.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherXinXii
    Release dateAug 27, 2014
    ISBN9781311236371
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      Savage Capture - Jessie Snow

      Text Copyright 2014 by Jessie Snow

      All Rights Reserved

      No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise without written permission from the author.

      Savage Capture

      Jessie Snow

      Jay? Are you home?

      In here, he called. He normally painted on the front porch, but this evening, the most vibrant sunset colors were visible from the bedroom window. He’d set up shop. Paints and brushes lay scattered over a canvas drop cloth and worktable. His easel and a half-finished skyscape allowed him to face the treetops. Though he painted with acrylics instead of oils, he’d opened the window to freshen the room.

      He’d also surrendered his shirt to the floor. The air was warm enough, and the last thing he needed was another stain. Colorful streaks lined his left forearm, where he wiped the brush between uses.

      Dress shoes tapped across the cabin floorboards in the next room. A sigh came from the doorway.

      What am I going to do with you? his lover asked.

      Jay didn’t turn around. Don’t worry. Your research books are safe. I moved them into the kitchen this morning.

      Arms wrapped around his waist from behind. Is that the last time you ate?

      No. There was a sandwich in the fridge. I didn’t dare defy the note to eat it.

      Good. Breath was hot in his ear. I thought you might be on a sunset hike by now.

      They’re not the same without you, he answered. He squinted as he painted cloud cover in shades of amber. Besides, once I saw the sky, inspiration struck. I’ve never seen the hues so vivid.

      A chin rested on his shoulder, five o’clock shadow rough against his skin. It’s nice.

      The paintbrush stilled. But?

      But nothing.

      Oh, go on.

      Not that I don’t treasure them, but you paint skies all the time. Sunsets, stars, clouds, lightning. Sometimes I wonder if you’re hiding wings beneath this angelic skin.

      Jay smiled, shivering when lips kissed his neck. Are you calling me predictable?

      Merely in love with the sky.

      He turned his head. I’m in love with you.

      Soft lips met his. They tasted of masculine essence, heat and love and home. He breathed into the kiss, humming his contentment. With the sun retreating and his lover home for

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