My Healing Touch His Obsession Novels & Stories

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.

It was damn near impossible to stop, but he was getting to the point where little else mattered apart from getting inside her, and so he did stop. "Lay back," he said as he broke their kiss, holding his hand behind her head so that she wouldn't hurt it accidentally. He ran the tip of his nose along her jaw, oh so slowly down and across her body, loving the way she arched and tilted to his touch, so greedy. She was a feast to him-creases and hollows and supple curves and having her like this was like the first gasp of oxygen after surfacing from the water, powerful and instinctual, and he didn't give a fuck about every other things going on in his life including his issue with his wife. After

“Do you feel that? Like someone is out there.” He followed my gaze but the cliffs looked empty. “I do not see anything. But I feel it too. The messages have stopped for now but something is still out there. Someone is still watching.” I leaned back into him, holding his hand tightly. “We will face it when it comes. Together. No matter who it is. No matter what new shadow appears. We have survived too much to let fear win now.” John kissed me softly. “Together. Always.” As we sat there under the stars with the ocean singing its eternal song, I realized the truth. Our love had survived hell. It had given us a beautiful daughter and brought our family back together. But the obsession it created

“That’s too much to take in right now Killian. Why would she lie to me?” “Seriously, I don’t know who to trust anymore” “Maybe you should just trust your instincts” “His name is Luo Ping” “Luo Ping” “Yeah. He owns the Luo Ping Monastery” Killian chuckled softly and Heather ogled at him.

"In your life, don't you ever compare me to another woman again. F**k you man whore!" Her words kept resounding in his ears. She called him a man whore and poured coffee on him. And did he forget she slapped him too? All because he touched her? The door opened and Tiana entered, holding some papers with her. "Sir, here is the...." The remaining sentence was replaced with a gasp when she saw the state he was in. "Sir, what happened?" She tried to touch him but a glare from him stopped her before she could do so.

“I get that but you have to let me do my job. I have your best interest at heart.” “You do?” He smiled and that look was back. “I thought you were trying to leave me paralysed or something.” I scoffed and picked up my board. “How do you feel this morning?” “My spine hurts.” I dropped the board and edged closer to him. I dropped one hand on his shoulder and with the other, I traced his spine. “Yes.” He groaned. “Right there.” I froze for half a second. Heat rose to my cheeks and I licked my lips nervously. He craned his neck to look at me.

She gave him some nourishing herbs drinks that she made herself, which also included antioxidants to revive his drained energy, making his healing ability reactive. After all the treatment, she had become exhausted that she thought she would be fainting soon. Then she sat on the bed beside him, monitoring his healing progress, and adjust whatever it is that must be done to improve the healing progress. She found herself staring at his shirtless body intently, as if looking away from him was an executable sin. She found the sight before her more tempting, that she didn't know when her hand started moving towards his body, driven by an unseen force to touch him.

he says. Oliver looks confused. “It is the only one I have.” Silence settles briefly. Not heavy. Careful. Sage flips a page in her notes. “There are no limits we can find,” she says. “No exhaustion curve. No predictable trigger. He heals by touch, yes. But also proximity. Sometimes without either.” Donovan speaks quietly. “And sleep?” Sage nods. “That too.” Iris watches Oliver carefully. He is not anxious. Not afraid. Just present.

"Not been unable to heal. If you've been able to heal them, have you ever chosen not to?" "No. It's a compulsion. I can't not heal someone if they are in need of healing." Look. Nod. "Have you ever fought this compulsion?" "No. Why would I? My whole job was to heal people." Look. Nod. "Would you be willing to test this theory?" "I guess it depends on what you want me to do." Look. Nod. "Touch Hellion. He has no magic, no known ailments. He's in the peak of mental and physical health. He requires no healing. Would you be willing to touch him?"

"Are you feeling any better, Castor?" "Yes, Beloved. Thank you." He breathed another deep sigh. "Do you think... I could get... the touch?" I low laugh escaped my lips. They really were junkies. "I can't do that. You need all your energy right now to heal. Maybe after you heal fully." "Okay." He shifted uncomfortably as the skin knitted together on his chest. "I'll hold you to that." "Of course." I ran my fingers through his hair. He closed his eyes at the touch. "You're going to be okay. You fought hard today, thank you."