My Healing Touch His Obsession Novels & Stories

Friends noticed, colleagues whispered, but Adrian only smiled, thinking it was love, devotion, care. By the end of the week, Evan had fully established the rhythm of their lives. Adrian’s world revolved around Evan’s presence, his days carefully curated, his nights orchestrated for comfort and intimacy. Evan’s obsessive traits were fully visible now: constant checking, calculated proximity, subtle domination, unwavering control. Yet Adrian saw only love, devotion, and tenderness. And that was the dangerous part. Evan’s obsession had crossed every boundary he had tested before, yet Adrian welcomed it, craving it, addicted to the careful balance of dominance and tenderness. Evan knew it was pe

"Lyric, you're a Siphon." My head spun. "I d—I don't understand." "It's obvious! You have this knowledge of what could work for everyone, and the healing process occurs only completely when you make contact with them." I couldn't agree any less. The first instinct in me when I see a sick person is to touch them. I always had this feeling that they'd be better as soon as I touch them.

It seems good. Hasker gently rolls his thumb against my tender bud, and I moan. Addom wipes his hand over my mouth. Just two more deft strokes of Hasker's thumb, and my body is shaking with force by the time I arrive. Addom's palm smothers my moans of ecstasy. I look at Hasker, a little annoyed that he did this to me in front of Hannah, which is a little weird. The bearded alpha just shrugs. "Orgasm will help with healing."

I winced as I felt another burning sensation on my back hit me as he cleaned it with the cotton balls. "At least you should inform me, you want to apply the spirit on my wounds, it hurts," I muttered holding on to the wall but he gave no response continuing with what he was doing. "Are you done?" I asked when I felt him tracing his fingers on my back which was giving me tingles. "Yeah!" He whispered and I decided to turn around pulling down my clothes as I met with his scrutinizing gaze. I was getting awkward with the tension rising between us. My eyes bored to his hands and realized he was bleeding.

I just wanted this feeling to go away. Kael chuckled, watching me struggle and writhe against the cuff as I tried pleasuring myself. He knew he had the power to help. Hell, all he had to do was kneel beside me and slip his fingers between my legs, rubbing my pussy as he called me his bitch–but he didn't do any of that. He just stood, watching. The bastard was torturing me. The first notes of Sexual Healing slid through the speakers–smooth, slow, sultry–vibrating through the metal floor beneath us. The bass in the song thumped the Odyssey softly as Kael bit his lips.

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.

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.