Healing Hands Books Novels & Stories

His hands move with deliberate slowness, and his fingers return to my skin. The moment they touch my bare skin jolt of something electric races through me. "Magic?" My voice is hoarse. "Healing," he corrects, his palms pressing flat against my ribs. Heat radiates from his hands, seeping into my skin, and I gasp as the soreness between my thighs eases, the rawness of overstimulation soothing into a dull, pleasant throb. "Just a little. Enough to take the edge off." His fingers trail lower, skimming over my hip bones, his touch feather-light. "You’re still so tense," he murmurs. "Let me—"

"What's the matter? Are you in pain?" "Yes... I can feel that your son is also happy to hear you... He's throbbing hard... Maybe he's anxious to get out..." Max looked at Trevor's stomach and immediately put his hand on it. He stroked it tenderly as if trying to soothe the little one inside, and to Trevor's surprise, it worked. The baby immediately calmed down when Max's hand landed on him.

When his naked skin came onto direct contact with hers, the heat emanated brought a ferocious growl out of him, and with a wild gesture he ripped off his trunks to feel her sizzling warmth there. In blinding passion, he rubbed his hard-on against her core, feeling moisture pooling around his shaft, the essence she was stemming even more invigorating. Arriving at a point of no return, his hands fumbled downwards until he found her triangle which he parted with trembling fingers. Another almost visceral roar escaped him when he encountered so much liquid that his middle finger glided smoothly against her clit.

Sacred. My room was twice the size of my old one—with clean linens, soft pillows, a writing desk, and even a window that looked out over the misty forest beyond the walls. A bookshelf stood against one wall, filled with leather-bound volumes whose titles made little sense to me—The Lunar Pathways, Blood Heritage of the Five Great Packs, Healing Beyond the Physical Form. Texts I had never been allowed to access as a simple pack healer.

" Tyler's face fell instantaneously. Right after that, a hurt and dissatisfied look came across his face. No matter what, he wasn't going to evoke pity from me again. I pulled Matthias by the hand and led him back to the changing room, when I realized that my hand was clammy. I lowered my head to look, only to see fresh blood trickling down the back of his hand and seeping in between his thumb and index finger. "You hurt your hand? Why didn't you say anything?" "It's fine. It's just a minor injury. I didn't want you to be sad." Matthias was looking at me with his head down. Even though he was clearly the one who was hurt, his eyes overflowed with his heartache for me.

"Elara." She set the book aside. “Yes?” “I’m scared.” “Of what?” “That I’ll lose this. You.” “You won’t,” she said softly, moving to sit beside him. He looked at her like she was the only thing left holding him to the earth. His voice trembled. “What if I’m never fully healed?” She placed her hand on his chest, right over his heart. “You are healing. Every day. You’re already more than what they left behind.”

I'd ruined my right hand saving my mafia husband, Vincent. For three years, I couldn't create. And I just found out it was all a trap—one he'd set for me, to protect his true love, Sophia. "The procedure was a success. Mrs. Torrino's nerve damage has almost fully healed." Leaning against the cool hallway wall outside my husband’s study, I heard the voice of our private physician, Dr. Martinez. My heart hammered against my ribs. Three years.

He loved how she responded to him, but he paused and whispered against her lips, "I would prefer you heal." She nodded, eyes dark with longing, and he simply held her for a moment longer. Then, he leaned in, voice warm against her ear. "I think I know how to help you heal faster." Intrigued, she looked up at him, but he didn’t say more. Instead, he moved above her, his hands moving slowly, reverently across her skin. Her soft moans filled the room as his touch awakened every nerve ending. Then, with unhurried precision, he introduced her to a new kind of pleasure—his mouth finding her core, tongue soothing and teasing in equal measure.

“Sir, it has been one hell of a ride, having to stay off the work I love while transitioning into a different reality and future, far from the one I'd envisioned for myself, but I dare not complain. Everything happens for a reason.” “I hope you give yourself enough grace because healing takes time, and I also hope you pay deaf ears to what anyone around here has to say. Their opinions are as useless as a public holiday on a Saturday.” “I appreciate your kindness and concern and for granting me access here again. Not everyone is granted such a rare privilege.”

Or what used to be my thumb. My hands are burnt to the point where I can’t recognize them anymore. Noah’s eyes fall on my hands, and he whimpers. The sound breaks my heart. I hate that I caused him so much hurt. “Look at you.” he cries, The rest of me isn’t much better, my healing abilities were wonky because I had been repressed for so long, but with him by my side, the process is speeding up, not as fast as I would like though.