My Healing Touch His Obsession Novels & Stories

He must be close! I silently beg for him to c*m on me. He leans his head back overwhelmed with pleasure. I start to feel like I was going to c*m in my panties even without being touched. After a moment more of stroking Callum as fast as I can manage, he lets out a sigh and release all over my hand. I could not help but close my eyes and sigh with pleasure getting to feel your warm, sticky c*m dripping between my fingers. I slow down my motions as you catch your breath, making sure I squeeze every drop out onto my skin before pulling my hand away. I brought my covered hand up to my face and cleaned the mess with my tongue.

“And I want your honest answer.” I nodded. “When was the last time someone touched you in a way that made you want to be wet?” My breath hitched. He was too close. And yet, not close enough. “I… I don’t remember,” I whispered. He reached out—slow, deliberate—and gently placed two fingers beneath my chin, tilting my face toward his. “I’m going to help you remember,” he murmured. My heart thundered. “I thought this was a consultation.” “It is,” he said calmly. “But healing doesn’t always look clinical, sometimes it’s about reconnecting with your body, with your craving or with what’s yours.”

“I see you have a nasty scar running down the back of your arm. Simple enough, Mystic, and I will heal you.” Ronin watched Tori with interest as she closed her eyes and concentrated on her task. I could see her hands tighten and then go loose, only to tighten again. Ronin winced a few times but made no sound. After a few minutes, Tori frowned and grumbled some words but continued her healing. Suddenly, Ronin inhaled sharply as a muscle quivered at his jaw, and his eyes shot up in surprise. “What the…” He released his breath and stared at his hands as Tori released them.

I whisper yelled, moved closer to where he was, sat beside him on the couch but the huge hole at the middle was enough to keep a significant distance between us. "Why does she seem creepy?" He whisper yelled, placing his hand on my lap. The light robe caused me to feel his touch prudently enough to cause my heart to race faster and goosebumps appeared on my skin. I stiffed my body to his touch, craned my neck to look up at the ceiling via stiffed body. "Creepy?" I twittered gently, "how?" I said, a sigh escaped from me when he removed his hand from lap. I wondered why Caramel wasn't back yet. We didn't even have water for tea… what if she wanted to do something stupid?

He moved with a slow, deliberate tenderness, each touch of his lips against my skin, each graze of his fingers a silent promise. He undid my blouse, then slid my bra off, his hands warm as they explored my body, focusing on my pleasure. The thought of my old mates drifted into my mind, but I forced it away, grounding myself in the moment, in him. This was different—a healing touch, something I’d longed for but never dared to ask for.

I don’t understand why Atlas is sitting beside me on the bed, holding my hand as his scent covers me. I feel it deeply in my core—his touch is extracting something from me, and his scent is healing me. “You passed out,” Rhett says. “Why are you holding my hand?” I ask, acting like I don’t like it. No, not like I like it in that sense. What I mean is, his touch, even through with the protective gloves, is soothing and healing. “I’m extracting the infection,” he says, letting go of my hand. “Son—”

Dae Hyun murmured in a lower voice when he watched Qeiza’s tiring face was still sleeping tight, followed by gentle snorings greeting to each other with the tick of the clock. The corners of Dae Hyun’s lips curved up, even more when he felt the warmth flowing on his right arm. He wanted to move his sore hand. Nonetheless, he didn’t want to lose the warmth that was coming from Qeiza’s touch. While he was still in dilemma about what he’s going to do, Qeiza awakened. Quickly Dae Hyun closed his eyes again, pretending to be sleeping. Qeiza rubbed her eyes then sat upright. She did a little stretching on her waist by turning it to the left and to the right.

he laid on it and closed his eyes . “why do you try ? a man , strong vibrant and wild the sun God. asked the woman standing by his side looking down at the puddle of water . looking at another story unfold. this time she had weaved a different timeline, a different destiny. desperate to unite the descendants of her two sons

The only thing on Summers Hartley’s mind was revenge. Being a half-breed, she was born extremely weak and completely incapable of protecting herself or anyone, and that cost her. Her family was slaughtered, and her pack was reduced to ashes. As the Alpha heir to Silverguard pack, she swore to destroy the monsters responsible: the Bloodmoon pack. When the perfect chance for revenge arrives, she hides behind a new identity as the dying Alpha’s personal healer and enters the Bloodmoon pack. Every day she heals the pack, she has promised to destroy. Sworn to pay back the same hand, her mission is simple: poison the Alpha who murdered her people and, together with her uncle, destroy eve

It was a first for him, this human-like recovery process. "I would never have imagined that I would one day heal like a human being," Steve muttered, wincing as he sat perched on the edge of his bed. His knuckles turned white as he gripped the mattress, bracing against the shooting pain. His back faced Emma, who was examining the wounds with the critical eye of a medical professional, though her touch betrayed a gentleness that surprised even her.