My Healing Touch His Obsession Novels & Stories

When she doesn’t, he then reaches into his back pocket and pulls out the soothing cream. Placing a generous amount on his hands, he shifts behind her and gently slides his hands over her cheeks. Isadora continues to sob but lets out a soft, relieved breath as whatever he had rubbed on her cheeks had cooled the burning and dulled the sting, though it still hurt. Once he had rubbed in enough of the soothing, healing cream to take a small bit of the bite out of his punishment, he stepped back and sat back in his chair and said. ‘Stand, then kneel in front of me, my Omega?’

He drifted back down the bar to his usual stool, melting back into the ano-nymity ofthe crowd, leaving her aching, empty, burning up inside with a longing that threatened to consume her. Alli watched him go, her whole body a live wire of memory, her nerves raw with a desperate, aching desire that pulsed through her veins. The ghost of his touch lin-geredon her skin, a phantom sensation that both tormented and thrilled her. She forced herself to breathe, to focus on the mundane tasks in front of her, to wipe down the already spotless bar, to count the bottles she'd already counted twice.

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

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 .

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.

Aside from a tablet, identity card, and keys, there was no medicine to be found in the bag. Zachary's expression was unusually frightening. He sat down beside Joey and called Rose again. After Rose answered, he calmly asked, "What is the clinic's name?" "It's called Lifecare Clinic. How is Joey now? It's just acupuncture. Why is she acting immaturely?" Rose muttered, expressing dissatisfaction with Joey. Zachary then hung up the phone. He held Joey's hand and found that her palms were cold. The doctor had started to examine her. Fortunately, there was a holistic doctor in the Program Department as well.