Losing control

A shiver ran down Eleanor’s body the moment Henry’s lips caressed her skin. She had prepared herself, knowing such close contact was necessary for the healing. After all, it was his saliva that had the healing capability. But as her body reacted to his touch, she knew she was anything but prepared. When he ran his tongue over her inflamed mark, she felt a responding tightening between her legs. Her body’s reactions mortified her. He was healing her! Why was she having such reactions? What if he could tell? She didn’t want him to get the wrong idea. Henry swiped his tongue over her mark again, and she had to bite down on her lip to stop a moan from slipping free. There was a part of her that realised the smart thing to do was push him away. Stop the healing. There had to be other ways to treat the inflammation. But as the pleasurable sensations arising in her body got stronger, her resolve got weaker. Instead of pulling away, she found herself giving herself over to the sensations, lett