Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 70779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 354(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 354(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
I watched in bemusement as my new Mistress attempted to heal me. Wasn’t it my job to heal her instead? Alandra, my old Mistress, had never worried about me getting hurt. Even when I stood between her and her attacker and took blows meant for her, she never asked if I was all right afterwards. She had been beautiful, but self-absorbed and yet, I couldn’t help loving her—she was my Mistress.
“There,” Willow said, breaking my train of thought. “I think that’s good and clean now. If I could just get some paper towels…ah-ha!” She reached for a white cylinder that had suddenly appeared on the counter at her words. “Gotta love a house that gives you everything you want as soon as you ask for it,” she remarked and tore off several thin sheets from the cylinder. She used these to blot my hand dry. “Okay, I don’t think any of the cuts were too deep, so if we can just find some bandages…”
“No need,” I said. Peeling off the thin sheets of absorbent paper, I showed her my hand again.
“Oh! You’re already healing!” She looked at the rapidly shrinking cuts in surprise. My injuries were sealing themselves. “How is that possible? Is it a gift?”
“I do still possess the angelic gift of healing,” I told her. “But I believe the reason I am healing so rapidly is the care you gave me.”
“What? But how is that possible?” She shook her head, looking confused.
“Though I am now flesh and have also been stone, I was an angel first,” I said. I flexed my fingers—my hand was now completely healed. “In the Heavenly Realm, emotions and intentions have physical consequences.” I cupped her cheek which was soft and warm and looked down into her eyes. “I’m healed because you cared for me, Willow,” I murmured. “Thank you for caring.”
“Oh, I…” Her cheek grew even warmer and she dropped her eyes for a moment. “I don’t…I just didn’t want you to be hurt.”
“Thank you,” I said again. “I can heal you too, you know.”
“Heal me?” She shook her head. “I don’t understand.”
“Here.” I brushed my fingertips lightly over the bruises on her pale cheeks. “Will you allow me to heal these ugly marks?”
“How, though? I mean, how can you heal me?”
“Like this.” Taking her face in my hands, I bent down and pressed a soft kiss to one bruised cheek. I put all my will to heal into the kiss—all the emotion I felt for my new Mistress. She had already captured my heart with her compassion and beauty—I wanted to make her better.
“Ohhhh,” Willow sighed as I finally ended the kiss. She looked up at me uncertainly. “You can heal with a kiss?”
I nodded.
“It is one of the angelic powers I was allowed to keep. Will you let me heal your other cheek as well?”
“I…I guess so.” Her voice was soft and breathless. I could hear her heart beating as rapidly as a little bird’s. Her warm, sweet feminine scent came to me, proclaiming her desire. She wanted this healing more than she cared to confess.
Ducking my head again, I kissed her other cheek. This bruise was closer to her mouth and I took my time, letting the healing power flow through me.
Then she turned her face and for a moment our lips met.
Willow gave a little gasp and pulled away…then she put her arms around my neck and kissed me again—harder this time.
I was more than willing to return the kiss, especially when I felt her melting against me. She was so soft and warm and her curvy body felt so good against mine. I could feel my shaft getting hard as her sweet lips parted for me and I was able to taste her more fully…
Then, suddenly she pushed me away.
“No, we can’t…can’t do this!” she panted, her eyes wide and panicked. “I don’t even know you!”
Reluctantly, I stepped back from her. “I’ll go now,” I said and headed for the door.
“Wait, you don’t have to…I mean…” She paused, nibbling her lush lower lip indecisively. I wished I was nibbling it instead. “I feel bad about making you stay outside all night,” she said at last.
I shrugged.
“It won’t hurt me. I stood outside on my pedestal for centuries, watching the world go past. One more night won’t be the death of me.”
“But still…” She paused again and then blurted out, “So there’s no way you can hurt me? I mean, while I’m wearing the key?” She nodded down at the golden key that glimmered between her breasts.
“No way,” I echoed. “Not that I would, even if I could. I am a Protector of Women—I would sooner burn in the Lake of Fire than injure one of the fair sex.”
She gave a little laugh, her cheeks going pink.
“The fair sex? Your speech is so old-fashioned!”