My Healing Touch His Obsession Novels & Stories

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.

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

I closed my eyes and leaned back, resting against the headrest. My peace only lasted about five seconds as the song progressed and the chorus started. My eyes snapped open and I jerked my head to the side, stealing a glance at Jason. He was already watching me, his eyes as wide as saucers. I guess it was all the confirmation I needed. I heard what I thought I did. ‘And when I get that feeling, I want sexual healing.’ We both reached for the radio at the same time. Our hands come in contact. I pulled away when I felt a zap the moment we touched.

Then he vanished, the way he always did, leaving nothing but cold air and the sound of my own voice screaming his name into the dark. A sharp tap on my arm cut the scream short. I jerked upright, heart still hammering, and found someone standing at the foot of the bed. He looked like he had stepped off an athlete’s poster. Tall, broad-shouldered, the kind of build that came from actual training instead of genetics alone. Messy dark-brown hair fell across his forehead in careless waves. Clear green eyes, bright and open. A wide, easy smile already formed like he had never met a stranger he didn’t And an irritatingly easy smile.