My Healing Touch His Obsession 소설 & 이야기

I avoid his gaze as they penetrated through me. "Lying will not help you," He points out seriously. Retracting his hand, I'm shocked to feel them reach out for my burnt hand and tenderly hold it. "The healing balm should work." My eyes fall on the small jar in his hand that he seemed to have uncovered already. I stay muted and stunned when he starts rubbing the green greasy balm on my burns gently. His touch burns through me and tingles that nearly had me trembling racked through my body and settled in my stomach.

He fingered himself with two slick digits, scissoring deep, prostate grazing, sending stars behind his eyes. "Vael," he whimpered, nipples rolled between thumb and forefinger, body writhing in overwhelming waves. Slick gushed around his fingers, cock throbbing untouched now, precum pooling on his stomach. He edged himself—building, denying—until release hit like an Aether surge, cum spilling hot across his chest, hole pulsing in aftershocks. Panting, spent, he stared at the ceiling. The obsession was mutual. Terrifying. He rolled over to clean up and froze. His ankle. The injury was gone. No swelling. No pain. Healed completely.

I felt like I got thrown into the fire when he held my hand and placed it on his cheek. "R--Roam, what are you--" He shut his eyes and gently caressed his thumb on the back of my hand. "Shh. Forget first aid. Your touch will heal me faster." "Huh?" My forehead creased. "What do you mean--" My eyes widened and shock hit me like a lightning bolt when his cuts slowly healed. What the hell? Did God just promoted me as a freaking faith healer?! This was the craziest thing I'd ever seen!

My eyes traitorously trailed over his perfect abs and the jagged, unhealed claw marks slicing across his ribs. I don't want to touch him. I don't want to feel absolutely anything for this man ever again. So why... Why did it feel like he was deliberately torturing me? "Are you going to do it or not?" he demanded, his voice tight with impatience this time. "Yeah, right. I'm sorry, okay?" I snapped back softly. "Oh, so you're sorry now?" I rolled my eyes and let out a heavy sigh. I placed my palms against his torso, letting the warm, golden light of my healing magic seep into his skin.

I moaned, the name slipping out like a prayer. He grinned, a wicked smile that made my stomach flutter. “Say it again,” he demanded, fingers teasing over sensitive skin. “Killian,” I moaned louder this time, body trembling with need. “Good girl,” he purred, lips brushing mine in a punishing, soft kiss. “You’re mine tonight. Every part of you is mine.” His hands moved with precision, peeling the hoodie off completely, leaving me bare in front of him. He didn’t rush, didn’t force anything. Every touch was measured, designed to make me squirm, to make me feel every sensation fully.

He fetched a warm, wet cloth and cleaned her with infinite gentleness, wiping away the evidence of the Crucible. He lifted her, carrying her to a simple cot that had been placed in the corner. He laid her down, covered her with a soft blanket, and sat beside her, stroking her hair. “The core tension has been released,” he whispered, his voice now soft, reverent. “The treatment is complete. The old pathways are severed. The new ones are firmly established.” He reached for a small, final appointment card on a nearby table. It bore no date, no time. It read simply:

Message From Author "When Love Heals" is the English translation of the Thai novella "Duang Jai Khong Ma Prot", which explores the theme of an uncle and his illegitimate niece. Introduction In this story, Parker Callahan, the hero, has long harbored feelings for Lydia Harris, the girl next door. After a painful breakup caused by her boyfriend's betrayal, Lydia returns home feeling heartbroken. Seizing the opportunity, Parker steps in to offer her comfort and care. His gentle and affectionate nature makes Lydia's heart flutter, especially since his warmth and charm stand in stark contrast to her previous experiences. How could she not be moved and find solace in his embrace? Join us as their

He then sighed and continued… “I made no mistake by bringing Amelia to this city. She's been such a nice person since she came. Even though I never allowed her to express herself. Though, she always sees me as a beast. It's even better, so she would comfort herself. “ He chuckled and used his bare hand to wipe at the screen of the laptop. “How would this business commence today? Piero must pay for holding my money for months. He's delaying my business. A contract was supposed to have been concluded by now, but he's yet to do anything since I paid him. Maybe I will make him know the reason people fear me” Damon muttered as he turned on his laptop. ********************* It was chilly at the da

Rebekah smiled. "He's... obsessed with her?" Teal joined the girls. "It's safe to say that" Rebekah shrugged, and Teal secretly pinched herself again. "That's...cool" she smiled. "Cool? Obsession is dangerous, and Roonie himself is a ticking time bomb. Dude is mad" Morgan replied. "That adds to the fun" Teal smiled again. "Thanks for saying that!" Rebekah stuck hands with her. "I can't believe you two" Lizzy shook her head.

She drew his hand from bedclothes and enclosed their fingers together. Still so much to speak about—it was so many pieces of his past to reconcile, wounds to heal—but tonight, beneath the same sky it all originally came crashing down upon, something new was emanating. Love. Healing. And still quiet strength to hope again. To be continued...