Desire Eyes Novels & Stories

Desire’s opinion of her master changed after he saved her from the hands of Li Wei even though she had mentally corrected herself to know her place as the servant. “I want her brother” Li Wei repeated his need to the King and his brother, the King nodded repeatedly at Li Wei’s choice. Desire’s head snapped up to look at both the King and his brother but quickly bowed her head once she realized that she was about to break a rule by looking the king in the eyes. “Be on your feet, young maiden” The king instructed. Desire was about to stand when Sylvester forcefully pulled her back into the seat. He turned to look at her and when their eyes met, he saw tears glistening at the corner of Desire’s

His words were a gentle command, a carnal decree that echoed in the heated space. Their eyes locked once again, creating a nexus of raw, unspoken sentiments amidst the tempest of their physical congress. His eyes, fiery orbs of desire, probed into hers, sharing in the silent tales of pleasure that they whispered. Her eyes shimmered with the reflections of raw, unquenchable desire and the manifold depths of pleasure that his relentless strokes invoked within the intimate recesses of her being.

And her smell was intoxicating, something that was just pure, raw desire mixed with fear and sadness, but also a hint of innocence which I knew to be false and alluring, like a drug. Her eyes looked so sad, her face showed all the signs of someone who wanted to cry and hide her emotions, it didn't sit well with me. I suddenly realized that I was staring at her. I quickly averted my eyes, I didn't want to cause her more pain. I didn't want to see tears streaming down her face. It made me feel sick knowing that she had suffered, hurt by a whole lot of people. I made a decision there, I was going to call Camille, she could cook up an elixir or something, just anything that could help her, anyth

My eyes traveled to the two breasts that hung on my betas chest, my heartbeat increasing as my stare lengthened. "W-what are you staring at?" Desiree mumbled, a small frown appearing on her face. She followed my gaze to her breasts and the frown that she wore was immediately replaced with a smile. "Why are you acting like you're just seeing them for the first time?" she asked as she looked up at me. "Don't you see them all red? That's from how much you grabbed them a few hours ag--"

Feelings his eyes moving over my eyes to my nose, cheeks, lips. The curve of my neck, the slope of my shoulders, my chest. The tiny bit of cleavage just peeking out of my dress. I was blushing again. I shyly looked up, and we locked eyes across the table, everything around us faded away, we were in our own universe, lost in the depth of each other's eyes. I can feel his desire, but it is not lustful. Calm, gentle, controlled.

An intent to expose my cleavages drags the remnant of my dignity away and sheaths my eyes with desire—eyes that are looking from beneath my lashes at Hunter. Who knows, he’s deliberately enchanting me.

Once again, Zayn separates his lips from hers, but it’s to pick her up and head to his room. On the way, he observes her, not wanting to do anything that would make her feel pressured. What he sees in her eyes, which are now blue, is desire, the strongest and most intense he has ever seen in a woman. His member aches, her gaze fills him with sinful desire. At the door of his room, he looks into the beautiful ocean blue of her eyes one more time. “Do you really mean it, habib?” “I want you, Zayn.”

Elias’s eyes snapped open— but they were no longer the deep, sharp green they had been all his life. They glowed. Bright, molten gold. Unnatural. Powerful. Dangerous. Lena gasped and stumbled back. Alexander froze, his hand hovering protectively near her. Elias lay completely still on the metal floor, chest rising in slow, mechanical breaths. His pupils dilated unnaturally, shifting shapes—circles, symbols, pulses. Cassandra stepped forward hesitantly, gripping a medical scanner that trembled in her hand.

Back at the couch, my own release hits me. I grunt, stroking furiously as ropes of semen shoot across my stomach. I opened my eyes while the fantasy faded. “Am done waiting, I must have you Anna.”

It's about releasing pent up tension and desire for each other. In one swift movement, he's inside me, all the way to the hilt. My eyes flutter closed as I bear my entire weight on him, gasping past the feeling of fullness. After weeks of denying attraction, to finally feel him in me again nearly sends me over the edge straight away. When I open my eyes again, he is watching me, brows narrowed together. Even as I start to move against him, his focus never lifts from my face. "You're mine forever," he breathes, moving his hands up my waist to my breasts and down my arms, as if he can't get enough of touching me.