Novel & Cerita My Healing Touch His Obsession

His touch heating my skin. “I’ll never stop pursuing you.” Was that a threat? He stood to his full towering height and curled his fingers around my waist, hoisting me up to straddle his waist. Was I in a daze? Because in a nanosecond, I felt his hands working around the back of my head, pushing me into the familiar place I couldn’t live without. He controlled the pace, soft and steady, taking me into his mouth. Once again, the lustful side of my subconscious won. I welcomed his delicious lips. The heady, velvety scent further intoxicating me.

As soon as Aurora's hand touched my back, I let the warmth of the white vastness welcome me before the world around us faded back into view. The rows of beds were empty, and there was a flurry of movement as the doctors and healers in the infirmary guided everyone to one to be treated. Only Tobias refused to let me go. He carried me over to the closest bed and stood by my side with his hand in mine as one of the healers immediately began working, holding their hands to my body with their eyes closed. The rush of heat and tingling sensation that accompanied the rapid healing was oddly comforting. Yet, I couldn't take my eyes away from my mate. His chest was still bleeding, not as much as befo

Engraved into my head, like a memory, a dark memory that tried to drown me in the seas of terror. I gasped, feeling the fingers trace my fisted knuckles, from the sparks that licked across my skin, soothing the frayed nerves of my body and allowing the oxygen to reach my lungs, I knew who it was. His touch have me enough comfort to pull my nails away from the palms of my hand. I gulped, almost shaking as he opened the palm of my hand, “It seems I have to heal you again,” He said, letting a long disappointed sigh leave his desirable lips.

He didn’t speak again after trying to get me to speak with no success. I watched his hands move in fluid smooth motion, like he had practiced the art of healing, his attention focused on what he was doing. My thoughts began to wonder, having those rough, gentle hands run through my skin, igniting the fire that was already rising inside me. how it would feel to surrender myself to him completely, laid bare and wide spread, as his practiced talented hands work their way through… “...Here, the healers say you should not miss your doze.” I didn’t know when he had finished and was standing in front of me, but making sure to keep enough space between us.

I can taste her for hours and hear her soft moans in pleasure and still don't get enough of her, she is mine and only mine to touch. Pressing my lips to hers I have a hard time letting her go when Tobias starts to chuckle. "newer thought I would see the day the big feared Mafia boss would give in completely to a small woman!" he says and chuckles. I don't care at all, she is laying in my arms where she belongs. "why aren't you healing properly?" he says and I lift my head from my mate and look at my shoulder. Blood is still running down my arm and the wound is healing really slowly.

It was like a sedative, a way to ground him, to prevent the energy from spiraling out of control. The first time I had done it, I hadn’t known if it would work. I was terrified, unsure of myself, but when I saw the relief on Ethan’s face, when I saw the tremors stop, I knew I had done something right. And from that moment on, it became our routine. Every night, without fail, I would use my healing touch to help Ethan rest, to help him control the chaos within him.

Just like that, I've become putty in his hands, and he knows exactly what to do with it. "I'm about to cum!" I cry out. Xavier simply smiles only rubbing me harder. I shift my head, resting it on his forehead. He begins to nibble my lips. Slowly biting, and tugging on them. His other hand continues to play with my chest. Twisting my bud between his finger tips. The sensation is incredible. My mind completely gone from the events from earlier. I can feel myself healing from his touch. As if his touch is putting me back together. Removing all the bad, and keeping only the good. I don't want this feeling to end.

The room smelled of expensive bourbon, which was nauseating now that I think of it. Stepping my loubuittons through the mess, I swung open my office door, "Clean that up," I ordered my assistant before heading to the elevator. My thoughts travel back to the healer. I have Tobias planted perfectly. His ability to mask his scent and shapeshift is extremely useful when I need a new creature. We’ve had at least three inquiries about healing within my organization. Each comes with a large sum of money attached to it.

Maybe she’ll do me the honor of putting me out of my misery and claim the power that belongs to her anyway. “Doesn’t matter,” I gruff. “Can you fix him?” the first voice asks, a tinge of worry in their lilt. Olivia presses her hand to my wound, and I hiss; blinding white light fills my vision. “Of course I can heal him,” Olivia snarls. “I just shouldn’t, because he’s an idiot.” Familiar heat stitches up my stomach, instantly stopping the pain. I relax as my body fixes itself and my mind clears. Addictive gold swirls before my eyes. I lean into that touch, craving more.