Novel & Cerita My Healing Touch His Obsession

Still, he didn't kiss me, he just said in a whispered voice: "I'm tired of being just your friend, Tasha. I don't want this game anymore.” "What do you want, then? "I asked, watching him. "I want you," he replied in a cold and direct tone. "I need you. And even if I tried to ignore these feelings, nothing came up in my life that was as real and surprising as you have been. I wake up and sleep thinking about you. I smell you all day long, even when we don’t meet. I'm going crazy, obsessed. That's not healthy, but...”

I hated myself for it. Breaking free, I stumbled out of his room, my heart racing. “What am I doing?” The question echoed in my mind as I stumbled out of Marco’s room. His touch lingered on my skin, branding me. I hated him, hated myself for the way my body responded. “He’s dangerous”, I reminded myself. A viper in a tailored suit. But the memory of his touch, the heat of his body, threatened to unravel my resolve. “You’re my wife now”, his words taunted me.

His calloused fingers brushed against my bare stomach. My breath hitched. The touch sent a violent, electric spark straight down to my core. My thighs clamped together. I wanted to step into him. I wanted to push my hips directly against his. He traced the spot where Yvara had hit me. His skin was rough and hot against mine. It felt deliberate. It felt entirely possessive. "You used the forced healing," he said. His voice was a low rumble that I felt in the soles of my feet. "Three times," I said. I struggled to keep my voice even. "Yvara said that was my limit."

It feels like ages since we last touched; I have no idea how we both have survived this long without the other's touch. My tempertaure drops at his touch. My breathing evens out at his touch. My chest doesn't hurt anymore at his touch. His touch heals. His touch heals me completely. That still amazes me. As a relieved smile builds up on my face, he retracts his hand. I suddenly feel empty. Crumbling down once again, I lower my gaze. That's when I see the reason he had held onto me. The spot that had been bleeding is now healed and covered up, like I never bruised myself in the first place. I also notice that the hall where the coronation ceremony is taking pace is eerily quiet.

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.

Being close to him was intoxicating and dangerous; it made me forget my own arguments, made me want to believe his twisted version of reality. “Ten years,” I repeated, walking over to the sofa and sitting down, keeping my posture straight and proud. “You were a man, Kiel. I was a child. That isn't love. That is obsession. And obsession is never healthy. It breaks things. It breaks people.” He didn't follow immediately. He stood there, watching me with that hungry, unwavering gaze, his hands stuffed casually into the pockets of his tailored trousers. He looked relaxed, completely in control, like a king in his court.

“Now start talking. Every detail. Start with the beach house and end with the part where he rearranged your organs.” My cheeks burned. “Dawn!” “What? I support women. Now spill.” I sighed, twisting a loose curl. “It was… intense. And sweet. And confusing. And I felt…” “Safe?” she finished softly. I swallowed. “Yeah.” There was a pause before she spoke again. “So, Noah Frost. Billionaire. Gorgeous. Gives you earth-shattering orgasms. The dream guy of half the city. But what about the complication?” I frowned. “What complication?”

Audrey would. Smith's cold stare cut through him. "My order is final," he said. Don't disagree on that." Tony clenched his fists, helpless and furious. A soft vibration broke the tension. Smith's phone lit up. It was the senior doctor of Hale's hospital that dropped a message. Senior Doctor — Hale Medical. The message preview flashed across the screen. Smith's eyes narrowed. For a moment—just for a moment the mighty CEO looked... afraid and tense. Smith swallowed and opened the message.

He was coming closer Neil "You can't resist me. We are made for each other." But I slapped him. I really liked him but after that the way he treated me and then the way he tried to come closer and all that mean stuff. I really got scared of him. I was so sure that he wasn't the one for me. He was my Obsession but that Obsession was my regret infact was going to be the greatest regret of my life. I slapped him when he tried to touch me again and this time I slapped him really hard. He was getting on my nerves and I had already beared so much.