Healing Kisses Novels & Stories

he said, his voice firm and full of sincerity. A pang of pain struck his chest as Jessica’s tears welled up once more. Before they could fall, he gently brushed the edges of her eyes with his fingers. He gave her a restrained smile, never breaking the gaze locked on her beautiful face. Slowly, he leaned in, until their lips met. The kiss was tender yet profound, a sweetness that seemed to melt away the lingering bitterness both had carried in their hearts. In that moment, nothing else existed... just the warmth of each other, quiet and healing.

Right now, my goal is to make her feel better. I place soft kisses on her neck, playing with the pendant, while my other hand caresses her tits and stomach. I glance at her face as she lies there with her eyes closed, lost in my touch, with a blissful smile on her face. My heart fills with joy that my love is helping her heal. Then, I suck her soft tits, and she emits moans, gripping my hair. I move down, kissing the marks on her stomach, holding onto her waist. I want to erase her pain through my tender kisses and make her feel better.

Good. “Names,” Viktor ordered. The first to step forward was a tall brunette with a scar across her cheek like she’d survived a bomb. She wore black cargo pants and combat boots like she meant business. “Kira,” she said in a flat voice. “Explosives. Don’t get in my fucking way.” I raised an eyebrow. “Try not to blow yourself up, and we’ll get along just fine.” She didn’t react. Ice cold. Next was a blonde with ceand ekbones sharp enough to cut glass and dark lipstick that screamed trouble. She looked like she enjoyed pain, mostly giving it.

“As I place my kiss, I call upon every force I know, The powers within me rise, By the moon's healing rays, and the sun's morning light I call upon spirits of the night flesh to flesh and bone to bone. Goddess, help me heal. And make her whole…” I then press my lips to hers, kissing her softly. I feel my magic and energy flow through my lips and into her. I feel as my spell works and she slowly heals. Once all her major injuries are healed along with all the small ones, she has received over the course of the war so far. I pull back from my kiss and slide my thumb over her cheek. I know that she will need more than just the spell, so I move so that I can whisper into her ear,

I collapse to the bed feeling dizzy, but their kisses never stop, and neither does my fierce orgasm. Not once do I feel the pain of my bruises, only their touch. I am loved in this sensual moment with the two most wonderful people in my life. I feel complete again. These kisses have a remarkable healing effect.

And he was healing her. He smashed his mouth against hers harder as he held the back of her head. She opened her mouth inviting his tongue to dance with hers. He explored her .. tasted her .. the urge to bite her was becoming more and more difficult to stave as his wolf was coming forward. And still they kissed. And still they healed each other.

In that moment, all doubts, wounds, and disappointments fade away, and only he and I exist, united by the eternal bond that time has failed to break. The warmth of his breath mixes with mine, creating a melody of shared sighs. Our lips intertwine delicately, seeking healing in each contact. I feel his hands gently caressing my face, stroking my cheek as our kisses become deeper, more intense. In that tender and painful kiss at the same time, I can taste the sadness and melancholy that envelop us, but also the hope and promise of a new beginning. Each caress is an attempt to heal the wounds, to rebuild the trust that has been weakened.

He tastes like heaven. There is a party at the resort where more friends and family are waiting. They can continue to wait. For this moment, I am with the love of my life, and we are celebrating what we have. It took us a long time to finally get it right, but now, the world is ours. Our businesses run together. Our hearts run together. Our worlds are now one. The wind dances around us, gentle and soft. This kiss is so very different than our hurricane kisses, but yet the same. Love has tempered the storm and made it so that things are now bright and sunny. We are kissing in the sunshine, but thankful for our hurricane kisses.

She had never thought words like that could make her hot and wet so quick. Francis leaned down and claimed her lips instantly earning a moan from her. Her brains literally went off from his sensational touch and heart melting kisses. She loved his kisses although they literally made her loose her sanity. He shoved his tongue into her mouth which she gladly accepted, she wrapped her arms around his neck wanting to taste him more and better.

His kiss was sweeter than heaven and hotter than hell. I didn't want to fall for another tourist. You're not falling, I told myself. You're simply enjoying. I knew he was going to leave and I would be sad. But I would also be far more disappointed if I missed this. His kiss was insistent, intoxicating, and driving me insane. I wanted to melt into him and let him melt into me. I wanted to kiss every inch of his skin. Every inch.