Healing Kisses Novels & Stories

Doctor Clemson said, reaching out his hand for a shake which Alexander took reluctantly, his mind still reeling. "What is your advice about her condition at the moment?" Alexander asked, desperate for guidance. But before Doctor Clemson could answer, a nurse burst into the office. "Doctor, she's awake!" she exclaimed, before noticing the guest and running back out. "Let's go and see her," Doctor Clemson said, leading the way to Sheila's room. As they entered, Doctor Clemson called out, "Can you hear me, madam?" Sheila turned to look at them, her expression blank.

I closed my eyes and did my best to relax, but knowing he was going to do wonderful things to me made it hard not to squirm with anticipation. He kissed one inner thigh, and then the other. His cheeks were smooth and I knew he must have shaved just for dinner. Something about the idea of him shaving just for me felt special. His lips kissed the V at the top of my legs and I jerked at the surge of pleasure. I was so wound with lust that even the barest breath against my pleasure center would have sent shivers down my spine. A full kiss was like being struck my lightning.

she called again, and his eyes opened, his smile coming automatically. "Hey" "Where did you get wounded? You're not the type" she said worriedly, touching the wound. He held her hand to stop her, and she took it. "I'll be right back" She rushed down the balcony and came back three minutes later with a lip balm and bud. "What's this?" He asked as she opened it. "Healing lip balm, just let me apply. You can't keep going around with a wounded lip" she replied. "Does that bother you" He replied, and their eyes locked.

I felt like I had caught him, he must have slacked in his cooked stories. "You said you want to take it back without shedding blood. That's why we are using the Kiss Of Vengeance. Alpha Jake has kissed your hand four times already, we need six more to go." He still found a way out and I felt marveled. He was good at this. "Kiss Of Vengeance?" I asked as that was the part that marveled me the most in his new development. "I see that you do not believe me and I'm sure that your memory will still come back. Until then, I'll let you do whatever you want." He stood up from the bed, walking out but he couldn't stop turning back to look at me.

He kissed her forehead. "If I don't come back," he said, "I want you to know that these three years were the best years of my life. Because they were the years I got to love you. Not as a weapon. Not as a spy. Just as you. Just as the woman who chose vulnerability over power." Lena couldn't speak. Couldn't do anything except hold him. "Come back with me," she whispered. "I will," Dominic said. "We both will." But as they held each other in the darkness of the facility, Lena understood the truth that no one was saying out loud:

Melanie mirrored my actions, pulling out her phone. Awkwardly, we came to stand even closer to each other. As our tights were pressed, I could feel her warmth reaching my skin through our clothes. My heart was pounding in my chest faster than the beat of the song we were listening to. It wasn’t my first kiss, but it was my first with the same sex. Biting my lower lip, I checked her perfect face. She was wanted by many, but I was going to get a kiss from her tonight.

My subconscious kept yelling at me to stop him but I was lost in the pleasure of his kisses, which made me want more. “I only know two things…” He kissed my cleavage then moved his lips to the right. “To kill and to kiss.” Then his lips traveled to the left. “And whenever I see you, I want to kiss you.” Saying it, he landed his lips on mine. I kissed him back trying to suck away all his sadness, worries, and whatever he was facing. I wrapped my fingers in his hair and pulled him closer to me. He deepened his kiss making me almost lose my breath.

His chest tightened, his breath caught, and for a heartbeat the world fell away. He didn’t hesitate. His hands cupped Davina’s face, trembling with reverence, and he pulled her close. Their lips met in a kiss that was not just passion, but a vow sealed in fire and forgiveness. It was raw, consuming, tender, and fierce all at once — a kiss that spoke of battles fought, scars carried, and love reborn. It was twelve years of longing, of battles fought, of wounds healed. The hall erupted in applause, but Damon heard nothing. All he felt was Davina — her tears mingling with his, her smile breaking against his lips, her heart beating in rhythm with his own.

“I see you have a nasty scar running down the back of your arm. Simple enough, Mystic, and I will heal you.” Ronin watched Tori with interest as she closed her eyes and concentrated on her task. I could see her hands tighten and then go loose, only to tighten again. Ronin winced a few times but made no sound. After a few minutes, Tori frowned and grumbled some words but continued her healing. Suddenly, Ronin inhaled sharply as a muscle quivered at his jaw, and his eyes shot up in surprise. “What the…” He released his breath and stared at his hands as Tori released them.

he asked kissed my lips softly. I opened my mouth to talk but my voice came out hoarse. "Fuck. I pushed you too far. come here" he pulled me closer to him kissing me again and making sure his tongue reached into my throat. "what are you doing?" I asked confused "My saliva has healing properties. I thought you'd have figured that out by now." he said pulling away. "Open up" he gestured to my mouth and I opened it. He gathered spit in his mouth and spat into mine and then pulled me back into the kiss.