My Healing Touch His Obsession Novels & Stories

He doubled his fingers in my hole an I began moaning louder. "Shhhh" he hushed me. "Take it.... easy fatherrrr" I moaned out as he kept fingering me harder. I watched him lick my juice off his fingers, he unzipped his trouser quickly and his huge monstrous rod sprung out; Fear gripped me immediately and he noticed I was trembling. "I won't hurt you" he whispered into my right ear. "I'll be gentle" he promised "Okayyyy" I said shakily.

Part of the harm caused by the drug was obsession due to what the drug met the brain doing. He hit his head a little to avoid him remembering the past, Stretching his arm, he stood up to take his bath when the notifications diverted his attention to his phone. It was a picture of a lady sitting in a noodle restaurant with a smile as he rubbed his finger on the phone screen. He dropped the phone and went into the bathroom to do his early morning business. After like twenty minutes, He came out from the bathroom in a cloud of steam, the towel around his waist revealing his chiseled physique. His damp hair fell in waves across his forehead, and his eyes sparkled, His presence alone could wet a

She was still lost in thought when a bucket of cold water splashed over her. “Get your miserable life off my floor,” Emma barked, dropping the bucket beside her. Jenny scrambled back in fear. “I–I’ll get it done now,” she whispered, picking up the mop despite the pain. Half an hour later, Jenny finally finished cleaning. She hurried to the bathroom with her first aid kit. Her brows were furrowed in concentration as she gathered medical tape, gauze, and antiseptic. Her hands shivered slightly as she cleaned the wound, wincing each time the cold antiseptic touched her skin. Still, she worked with quiet skill, wrapping her hand neatly before exhaling softly.

He grabs a small hand towel and wets it with warm water . Moving my legs apart gently with his hands , he stands between them and places a hand on the good side of my neck , observing the mark . " It isn't healing at all . " He notices as he dabs it lightly with the warm towel . I draw a sharp breath as pins and needles pierce the skin .

well I suppose he's in the room but still, who would want to harm him in his own hospital even if he came to visit this lowly one. Beau is tubed up from nostril to feet, how am I supposed to help him? 'touch him with the will to heal' I hear a whisper, the hell? looking around, it's only me here ‘hello’ ......... silence, who am I kidding, where would a wolf manifest from suddenly in me, sigh. I move closer to Beau and do as the voice said, I hold onto his hand and imagine him healing, I feel when the room door opens but I am too focused on what I’m doing right now, I keep my eyes closed as I imagine him healing “what the hell?”

And then make me feel like I am the only woman in the world? So many night I would lay on my bed, wishing he would just show up like he did that night, so many nights I would wake up to my body longing for his touch, for his caress. And it was so shameful because most of the nights Jake would be with me on the bed and it’s really unfair to him if he would be around and I would be longing for the touch of another man, not just any man but my boss, the famous Dave Williams.

I hear him apologizing as he moves out of the center of the aisle. Her phone drops to the floor with a clatter. Moving like lightning—as usual—he bends down, picks up her phone, and hands it back to her. She doesn’t take it; her mouth flops open like a fish as she takes him in. Yeah, he has that effect on most females, but this is different. This isn’t awe. Noah is still holding out her phone, and she snatches it out of his hand. WTF? Before I know it, I’ve eased in closer, moving slowly as I browse the Zinfandel selection, one eye on the pink wine and one on them.

It became more than just a kiss. Rolling his tongue around hers, sucking in inches of her soul. Moving down to her neck, slow, and gently as he whispered to her, “I want you.” Stroking her hair, her beautiful long black virgin hair. Silky with each caress. He’ll touch her breast with every care he can, making sure she felt pleasure whenever he runs his fingers down to her weaken body. The soft-smooth skin, and when he saw the scars on her legs that remains from when she saved Lee Yin-Yin. His heart breaks, he’ll kiss them, bit by bit. Licking them, all the way up to her most sensitive spot.

His hair was matted and dry, and a sour smell drifted from it. I felt my breath hitching as soon as I looked at the man's eyes. They were dull and lifeless, yet unmistakably tinged with a familiar, obsessive intensity. It turned out that the man was none other than Zachary. I remained motionless, my mind emptied of all thought. That face—which had represented longing, then loathing—was now just a picture of utter decline. His eyes were deeply hollowed, his cheekbones were prominent, and his skin barely clung to the structure beneath.

In his mind, he was quickly thinking of a solution to help them. Joey was surprised. She approached Henry and took the massager. "That's really thoughtful of you," she complimented as she opened the box. Henry rubbed his nose and said nothing. Zachary was the one being thoughtful there. He had never thought of buying Joey a massager. Selena peered at Henry with amusement. Henry met her eyes and immediately looked away. "If there's nothing else, I'll leave you two be." "Okay." Joey read the user manual carefully. When Henry approached the door, she asked, "How much is it? I'll reimburse you."