My Healing Touch His Obsession Novels & Stories

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.

Her need, her craving, the way she trusted him so completely… it had taken root inside him. She leaned forward, placing a hand lightly on his, eyes locking with his. “Then I guess… we’re both addicted.” Dr. Hale swallowed. The obsession had begun — for both of them, then who was going to be their therapist. He leaned in forward, letting his fingers trail lightly along her arm, up to her shoulder, and across her collarbone. She moaned softly, pressing into his hand as if it anchored her spinning obsession. “Breathe,” he murmured with a voice low and steady. “Focus on the sensations.”

I whispered, voice hoarse, but satisfied, exhilarated. “No regrets…” he said softly, pressing a lingering kiss to my temple. “Not tonight.” I smiled, letting myself bask in the afterglow. I was Monica… the professional, the trainer, the healer… but I was also something more. Something daring, insatiable, alive. And tonight, the massage room had revealed it all. Because touch could be healing. Touch could be pleasure. Touch could be fire… and I had finally let myself feel it.

Heath wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of his life making sure their story would always be filled with the most perfect love. “Promise me something, my love…” “Anything you want!” “Promise me that you’ll burn that awful book the minute we get home.” “Book?” “Yes, Heath. Book.” A single eyebrow arched high, and Rowena stared at him with a knowing gleam. “‘Healing Sex: The Right Approach to Healing Sexual Trauma’.” He cringed. “If you want… but why?” “Because we don’t need it, my darling. We never did.” Rowena smiled at him wholeheartedly.

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...

She pushes her energy into me, in the way of healers, and as I gasp, her skill bringing me close to orgasm, I moan. No, I can’t do this. It’s wrong. She shouldn’t be touching me. “No,” I murmur as I try to sit up and pull myself away. “Stop. I…” “You’re so close,” she purrs. “Let yourself come undone. Once you’ve healed enough, I’ll fill you while you fill me.” She squeezes me at the base and I almost do exactly what she wants. “Don’t worry,” she assures me, leaning forward, “I’m a healer. I can make you rise over and over again, as much as we need, to get the job done and…”

"There's Dan around, so it's not like I'm by myself." "You know, remember the cut I got this week? On Monday, I mean? It's healed. I don't know how you do it, Aria. I swear that every time you touch me, I heal fast. And I've tried it with Dan, too. He's good, but there's something about your touch that I can't explain." The drinks arrive and I'm spared from having to answer him because I read in the book Cassandra gave me that some Nocturns have a healing thumb.

His hands move with deliberate slowness, and his fingers return to my skin. The moment they touch my bare skin jolt of something electric races through me. "Magic?" My voice is hoarse. "Healing," he corrects, his palms pressing flat against my ribs. Heat radiates from his hands, seeping into my skin, and I gasp as the soreness between my thighs eases, the rawness of overstimulation soothing into a dull, pleasant throb. "Just a little. Enough to take the edge off." His fingers trail lower, skimming over my hip bones, his touch feather-light. "You’re still so tense," he murmurs. "Let me—"

She walked towards him, and before she could do or say anything else, she heard a voice licked her ears. And it said, “Touch him.” She was taken aback by this, but it felt more like an order than a suggestion. So she obeyed. She closed the distance between them and placed her hands on his head full of wavy hair. And as soon as she did, she felt something leave her, almost like energy. And right there. Right before her very eyes, she watched the guy get healed. All his wounds closed up, and everything that was wrong with him physically immediately got fixed. It felt like dark magic, but the omega knew that it was not.

Since he was already in this state, he was afraid that if someone touched him now, he might die with the shock his body would have. Trevor had a disease that he had discovered when he was eleven years old, he couldn't be touched by men. Therefore, his heat was the most painful time for him. Because of his disease; Trevor could not possibly have sex with anyone! While he could do it with alpha or omega females, he found to his horror that his body was not attracted to them in the slightest.