Apple of his eyes นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He closed his eyes and a pair of cerulean orbs flashed through his mind. “Fuck,” he breathed hoarsely and peeled his eyes open. Damn those eyes. They had been tormenting him for years now. So cruel yet so innocent. Their innocence had struck him hard. Countless nights he had burned in desire of possessing those ocean eyes. It was a craze obsession but he loved seeing himself in those orbs. Many times he caught himself fantasizing about them. How would they look filled with tears of pleasure? He bit his lip, feeling his member waking. Fuck! The things he wanted to do with the owner of those eyes.

Sebastian slurred and then clicked his tongue. "Well, I'm sorry to burst your bubbles but I do not enjoy working," Alice remarked, glatkng up at him through her long lashes. Alice closed her eyes, expecting him to hit her once again but after a minute of closing her eyes, she felt nothing but a touch on her eyelashes. Alice's eyes immediately flew open and she was shocked by the intensity of the gaze before her. His orbs were a deep shade of brown that almost looked black. They were bright but there was something about those orbs that made Alice want to bring him into her arms and hug him tightly. Seeing where her train of thoughts was heading to, Alice was shocked as she immediately tried r

His mouth grew apart a little and a sharp breath flew out as his eyes darkened, bearing the same color of a deep blue sea in the dead of the night. His eyes never left hers as he openly admired her. He curled his fingers into a fist, raised it to his mouth, and bit into it, a die-hard habit of his. But Ophelia didn't fail to see how his Adam's apple bobbed up, which indicated that he had taken a huge gulp.

He asks with desire in his eyes "Yours" I replied

I found myself blushing at his words and couldn't look away even if I wanted to. “I should also thank the stars for giving me a Greek god as a husband but unfortunately he's the Apple of every woman's eyes and it's irritating..” I mumbled with sleepy eyes and I chuckled lightly… “Even though I'm the apple of other women’s eyes. You are the diamond in my eyes and you are the only one I love..” He said with a smile on his face but I was struggling to stay awake so we could keep talking but unfortunately I seemed to underestimate myself when it comes to sleep..

"Her eyes did a thing." "Her eyes did the crying thing," he replies. "Without the crying. Which is more controlled and therefore more Margaret and still counts." I look out the window. "What if they think it is too soon?" "Then they think it is too soon," he says. "It changes nothing." "Rhys..."

No mirror, no filter made her feel as beautiful as his eyes did. He gently laid her down on the soft, inviting mattress, gently parting their lips. The longing in his eyes was palpable as they traced every curve and contour of her face. She luxuriated in the warmth of his intense gaze, feeling an unparalleled sense of beauty and desirability. No mirror or filter could ever evoke the same profound feeling of beauty as the captivating gaze of his eyes.

"The breakfast was just perfect, Miss Kingsley." "What are you doing?" She swirls on the chair and faces me, just swallowing the bite. "Did you know that strawberries are an aphrodisiac?" "Maybe I did, maybe I didn't," she purrs. "I believe the choice of filling was fully intentional." "Maybe it was, maybe it wasn't," she throws me throws me a naughty wink. What a little troublemaker. I take one last step and cut the distance between us, nestling between her spread legs.

What to do with him. He waved his hands. The once heavy and undulating eyes of Tom popped open once again clearly struggling against its lids which seemed like things now imbued with the power of a lead block. His eyes were as misty as the fog on north Manhattan on winter solstice and could not be cleared no matter how many times the old man waved his hands. He felt like a victim of weed douse (thoroughly bathed in Indian hemp)