Healing Kisses Novels & Stories

He set his glass on the balcony, his hand then finding its way to the small of my back so that he could draw me in to him. His eyes shone as if the stars themselves burned within. He leaned forward and brushed his lips across mine. The sensation made my spine feel like it was made of champagne, bubbly and ready to float away. I pressed my lips against his, begging for a better taste. He opened his mouth, the effervescence of champagne permeating my senses. I smiled as I moaned softly. All I wanted was to drink his champagne kisses.

"Three years. My mother-in-law's sister is a doctor. Every two or three months, my husband would take me to see her. The medical records are in the drawer below." She pulled out a thick stack of my medical records from the drawer and handed them to her assistant. Meanwhile, my husband's side held various types of vitamins. There was also a small white plastic bottle in the middle with its label torn off. Eleanor, now wearing gloves, unscrewed the cap and found it half-filled with small white pills. "Whose is this?" I glanced at the bottle in her hand. "Mine," I said, pausing before explaining, "Last week, I spilled some makeup remover on it, which ruined the label, so I tore it off."

“You are healing. Every day. You’re already more than what they left behind.” He gazed into her, and incrementally, he reached out to coax his hand around the bend of her cheek. He caressed his thumb across the bend of her jaw, and the closeness of them broke the wall that had been containing all they'd been refusing to be experienced. They kissed—nervously at first, tender and hesitant. But the kiss held, extended, and soon they clung as those on the ship who had gone down and finding beach. It wasn't desperate.

Her small palm comes up to push against my chest and I allow her. “Your wound first.” She pants. Her nipples are now clearly poking against the thin shirt and her face is flushed. Her lips are swollen and she looks dreamy. I want to take a picture and stare at it for the rest of my life but I don’t, instead I smile at the last word. ‘First’ Ravishing her was definitely on the to do list, after. I kiss her forehead before opening the box and swallowing some pain killers to numb the pain. Kayla hands me the alcohol and I pour it on the wound. The sting reminds that Kayla could have felt it and it makes something inside me hurt. I don’t anything to ruin her.

He had been hiding his body from him since the accident, with all the scars on his body, and he was a little shy about showing his body, even though he had learned to love his body like before during his therapy, he was still a little reserved. But now as he looked into Max's eyes, his body could not help but react naturally. His omega wanted his alpha and he could not stop himself as he kissed Max passionately. The kiss was slow, they took their time to discover each other once again, their tongues slowly exploring each other. The sweet taste of their lips, their mingled hot breath, and the wonderful taste of their tongues were already making them lose each other. Max could no longer suppre

Griffin remained unconscious throughout. “Let me try a healing spell on the both of you,” Aki offered. Apart from being practitioners of magick, the Storks were also renowned healers. Aki made the hand seal of Rin or the Diamond Thunderbolt, which called on Griffin’s and Temujin’s strength of mind, body, and spirit. She chanted: “I empower you with vital energy.”

Kenny couldn't help but feel nervousness as he looked around. Zeres turned to Kenny, his face filled with determination. "Do you know the name of the antidote for the poison ?" he asked. Kenny nodded confidently. "Yes, I do. I know the name of the poison," he replied, trying to steady his voice. Zeres leaned in, his eyes fixed on Kenny. "Tell me, we have to be quick " he urged." We need to find it as quickly as we can. " Kenny took a deep breath and said, "It's called 'Serpents Kiss.' I think the antidote to it must have the name of that sort."

I felt a hot tear leak out, burning as it slipped down my cheek. Owen nodded slowly. "I understand." He reached out and wiped the tear from my face with his thumb, cradling my jaw in his hand. His eyes shone with tears as he leaned forward and kissed me softly. I closed my eyes and tried to put every detail of it into my memory. The way his lips were soft against mine, the taste of his skin, the warmth of his hand, the smell of his cologne. I mentally cataloged it, trying to secure it in my mind so I would forever remember it.

I found myself aching to kiss him. Robbie raised the bucket over my head, his strong arms steady as he prepared to pour it. I stepped in close to him, and he let the water fall over us. I stood on tiptoe and found his lips with mine, the water cascading around us. This kiss wasn't the innocent first taste of love between two friends. Robbie didn't freeze this time, no longer a boy unsure of oncoming masculinity. This time, he let the bucket fall, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pressed his lips against mine. His body met mine, his heat seeping through wet clothes and filling me with a fire of want. Our tongues met, the taste of freshwater mixing in with the kiss. It was sweet and clean

One moment we’re staring at each other, the next his mouth brushes mine - soft, questioning, full of ghosts and promises. It’s not a kiss meant to ignite. It feels like a kiss meant to anchor. When we pull away, our foreheads press together. “We’ll figure it out,” he whispers. “Together.” I close my eyes and nod. Because maybe this is what healing looks like. It's slow, silent and shared. And maybe, just maybe, I’m allowed to want it.