Sexual Healing
In another place and time, Noelle would have been a whore. On the space station Elysium she's a healer, a receptive psychic whose ability to bring peace to the mind and heart makes her a valuable and prized companion. With war raging through the galaxy, her skills are needed now more than ever, but the battered men and women who come to her for comfort have left their mark on a soul growing steadily wearier.
Damon Antema is one of his squadron's most skilled warriors, an elite fighter pilot whose powerful psychic gift makes him a formidable weapon. When an ambush destroys most of his unit, Damon's mind threatens to shatter under the stress. Losing himself in Noelle and comforting her in return may give him the balance he needs, but letting go of her when it's time to return to the front lines isn't nearly so attractive.
The only way to keep from losing the woman who gives him the strength to fight is to convince her there are plenty of people who need her compassion and strength in the midst of battle--starting with him.
Damon Antema is one of his squadron's most skilled warriors, an elite fighter pilot whose powerful psychic gift makes him a formidable weapon. When an ambush destroys most of his unit, Damon's mind threatens to shatter under the stress. Losing himself in Noelle and comforting her in return may give him the balance he needs, but letting go of her when it's time to return to the front lines isn't nearly so attractive.
The only way to keep from losing the woman who gives him the strength to fight is to convince her there are plenty of people who need her compassion and strength in the midst of battle--starting with him.
Length: Novella | Rating: Erotic | Publisher: Noble Romance
Themes: Psychics, Military Men
If you're looking for a quick, erotic read to zip through at work (or any other time) I highly recommend this.
- Holly, Book Binge
...excellent! I wish this story had been so much longer, because the author has made a very interesting alternate reality.
- Noelle, Romance Junkies Reviews
I think everyone hopes for someone who fills all of their needs and is so incredibly compatible in sex. And as for Sexual Healing, well, it's way better than most medical treatments I can think of.
- Sky, The Romance Studio
...Noelle and Damon take you on a path of dark, damaging emotion to immeasurable pleasure, happiness and mind-boggling sex.
- Laura, You Gotta Read Reviews
Noelle loved sex. She loved it fast and dirty and slow and sensual and a thousand ways in between.
She especially loved sex that was nothing but pure sensual indulgence. Plenty of her trysts took place outside the walls of the Garden, with only her own whims and pleasures guiding her choices. But sometimes she needed more, needed the release that could only be found with a warrior.
But Damon refused to meet the need in her soul, even as he catered so carefully to the needs of her body. He lowered her to the plush throw rug that covered the expensive faux-hardwood floors, and her body felt alive for him. Heat pulsed between her legs, and a soft ache that would only be soothed by his touch.
But the power inside her slid away from him every time she reached out, deflected by shields more powerful than any she'd seen.
His fingers deftly untangled the ties holding her robe closed. "This seems unnecessarily complicated. A little dexterity pre-test for your lovers?"
She had to swallow before she could reply. "Some of them let me undress myself." Her voice sounded hopelessly aroused, and not through artifice or design. The strength in him served as a better aphrodisiac than anything money could buy, and some tiny part of her hated him for it.
The rest of her just wanted him.
The thin fabric parted, and Damon's eyes darkened as his gaze swept her body. "Fuck, you're gorgeous." He trailed his fingers between her breasts and down over her stomach.
Noelle lifted her hand and brushed her fingers over his. "Take off your shirt. Please?"
He loosened it and drew it over his head. "I'll get you to the bed once I take care of something, okay?"
"Mmm . . . ." Her fingers itched to touch the hard planes of his chest and his strong arms and shoulders. His skin felt hot as she skated one hand up his arm and rubbed her thumb over his collar bone. "Do you need help with whatever you need to take care of?"
"Uh-uh." His tongue circled one nipple and then blazed a hot path down her rib cage. "Don't think so."
She couldn't help the sharp anticipation anymore than she could help the soft moan that escaped her when his tongue tickled across her abdomen. Her limbs felt heavy as she lifted her hand and threaded her fingers through his hair. "Damon. Wait."
He lifted his head. "What is it?"
"You have so much control." She tightened her fingers and closed her eyes, braced for his denial. "Connect with me. Just a little. You might be surprised how good it can make me feel."
After a long moment, his mouth dropped back to her skin. When his tongue dipped into her navel, she felt a small tug and then a rush of desire so potent, so eager, it made her breath catch in her throat.
The tiny connection was like a trickle of water when a river lay just out of reach. Her gift rose inside her, hungry for the vivid emotions she could sense under the desire. As primed as she was, even his pain and anger would feel like ecstasy.
"God . . . ." She dug her teeth into her lower lip and rocked her hips up in silent command. "I'm so hot for you. For all of you."
"Careful what you ask for," he rasped against her hip. "What's in my head isn't pretty, Noelle, and it sure the hell isn't going to get you off."
Noelle couldn't help the low laugh that bubbled up. "And what makes you think you know what gets me off?"
He answered with a firm, fleeting press of his thumb on her clit, and heat raced through her. "You take pleasure from other people's pain?"
"No . . . ." She released his hair and slid her fingers down to brush his cheek. "I take pleasure in other people's relief from pain."
"Fair enough." In spite of Damon's words, the connection between them closed to a mere pinpoint of emotion. He dipped his head again, and this time she felt the hot, rasping tease of his tongue.
Thoughts of talking him around slipped away, replaced by a steadily growing need that had nothing to do with her job and her duty. It might have been a long time since Damon had been with a woman, but he seemed to have no difficulty remembering what to do with one.
She especially loved sex that was nothing but pure sensual indulgence. Plenty of her trysts took place outside the walls of the Garden, with only her own whims and pleasures guiding her choices. But sometimes she needed more, needed the release that could only be found with a warrior.
But Damon refused to meet the need in her soul, even as he catered so carefully to the needs of her body. He lowered her to the plush throw rug that covered the expensive faux-hardwood floors, and her body felt alive for him. Heat pulsed between her legs, and a soft ache that would only be soothed by his touch.
But the power inside her slid away from him every time she reached out, deflected by shields more powerful than any she'd seen.
His fingers deftly untangled the ties holding her robe closed. "This seems unnecessarily complicated. A little dexterity pre-test for your lovers?"
She had to swallow before she could reply. "Some of them let me undress myself." Her voice sounded hopelessly aroused, and not through artifice or design. The strength in him served as a better aphrodisiac than anything money could buy, and some tiny part of her hated him for it.
The rest of her just wanted him.
The thin fabric parted, and Damon's eyes darkened as his gaze swept her body. "Fuck, you're gorgeous." He trailed his fingers between her breasts and down over her stomach.
Noelle lifted her hand and brushed her fingers over his. "Take off your shirt. Please?"
He loosened it and drew it over his head. "I'll get you to the bed once I take care of something, okay?"
"Mmm . . . ." Her fingers itched to touch the hard planes of his chest and his strong arms and shoulders. His skin felt hot as she skated one hand up his arm and rubbed her thumb over his collar bone. "Do you need help with whatever you need to take care of?"
"Uh-uh." His tongue circled one nipple and then blazed a hot path down her rib cage. "Don't think so."
She couldn't help the sharp anticipation anymore than she could help the soft moan that escaped her when his tongue tickled across her abdomen. Her limbs felt heavy as she lifted her hand and threaded her fingers through his hair. "Damon. Wait."
He lifted his head. "What is it?"
"You have so much control." She tightened her fingers and closed her eyes, braced for his denial. "Connect with me. Just a little. You might be surprised how good it can make me feel."
After a long moment, his mouth dropped back to her skin. When his tongue dipped into her navel, she felt a small tug and then a rush of desire so potent, so eager, it made her breath catch in her throat.
The tiny connection was like a trickle of water when a river lay just out of reach. Her gift rose inside her, hungry for the vivid emotions she could sense under the desire. As primed as she was, even his pain and anger would feel like ecstasy.
"God . . . ." She dug her teeth into her lower lip and rocked her hips up in silent command. "I'm so hot for you. For all of you."
"Careful what you ask for," he rasped against her hip. "What's in my head isn't pretty, Noelle, and it sure the hell isn't going to get you off."
Noelle couldn't help the low laugh that bubbled up. "And what makes you think you know what gets me off?"
He answered with a firm, fleeting press of his thumb on her clit, and heat raced through her. "You take pleasure from other people's pain?"
"No . . . ." She released his hair and slid her fingers down to brush his cheek. "I take pleasure in other people's relief from pain."
"Fair enough." In spite of Damon's words, the connection between them closed to a mere pinpoint of emotion. He dipped his head again, and this time she felt the hot, rasping tease of his tongue.
Thoughts of talking him around slipped away, replaced by a steadily growing need that had nothing to do with her job and her duty. It might have been a long time since Damon had been with a woman, but he seemed to have no difficulty remembering what to do with one.
