Dominic Sherwood Eyes Novels & Stories

Her brown eyes with long lashes which she covered sometimes with glasses. And atlast her lips. Her lips was not that much thick but they weren't thin also. Her lips were glistening red with natural tint. Dominic's eyes sparkling looking at her face which was simple but yet the most precious thing he had ever seen. When she was blowing air , Dominic was feeling a urge inside him to feel her lips with his. He was mentally battling inside to shook these thought away. Savannah was feeling his stare at her but she choose to ignore him.

It made me worried. From the corner of my eyes, I saw how Dominic stole short glances at me. And when I caught him, he would smile sweetly with those strange emotions swimming in his soft, hazel eyes. I wanted to ask. I wanted to know if he saw anything in his coma that could help end this. But if something did, I knew Dominic would tell me.

Dominic asked with a deep scowl on his face as well as he looked intensely at her face. She looked back at him with similar intensity as they got lost into each other's eyes. She looked at him in confusion as his eyes didn't look like usual. Instead of those usual cold and dark eyes, his eyes were now filled with thousands of unexplainable emotions. They made him look so tired and…. She couldn't find the right word to explain it. But his state didn't let her show her anger toward him as well. "Do... Dominic…-..." She couldn't complete her sentence yet again when her heart almost stopped beating as he flashed a smile at her. That's the most beautiful thing she has ever seen other than her bea

Look at my eyes. "They're beautiful." "I appreciate the compliment but look at them closely," I ask him, and as his glazes into mine, I have them change the color to a violet hue. "Okay, you can change to the other color, which is also beautiful, but what's it to do with the baby?" "Okay, I'll get straight to the point," I exhausted as I have to explain to Dominic makes me want to pull my hair out. "His eyes color to red." He turns to look at me. "Red? Like Elder Vernon and Shani?"

I almost gagged at the sigh in front of him. “Don’t call me blue balls.” Dominic let out a satisfied sigh as he stood up facing me, stains of blood covering his black jeans but they were barely visible because of the color, but his hands were totally another story. They were covered with blood, I could barely pinpoint his fingers so I tore my eyes from them and did one simple mistake. I looked into his eyes. His green eyes had darkness than any brown eyes I had ever seen before. He had this look in his eyes, a look that made you wonder just how many people he killed, or perhaps, he probably lost count with how sane he seemed to be.

I opened my eyes, blinking through the haze of pure lust, a breathless whimper escaping my lips. "Dominic? Please... don't stop. I'm right there." Dominic looked down at me, his grey eyes wild, bloodshot, and completely consumed by a dark, terrifying war. His breathing was so ragged it sounded like he had just run a marathon, his massive chest heaving violently against mine. The internal battle that had been torturing him for weeks was written in every sharp line of his face. As he stared at my unraveled state. My bare skin. My parted lips.

But it was his face that made the breath die in my lungs. Dominic’s eyes weren't brown. They weren't violet. They were completely, entirely, and bottomlessly black. The irises, the sclera, the pupils—everything had been erased by a solid wall of absolute shadow. There was zero humanity left in his gaze. There was no recognition. There was only a blank, primordial hunger. "Dominic?" I whispered, taking a step toward him, my mate-bond suddenly screaming with a violent, deafening wave of pure, unadulterated static.

The kind that says I see you and I am glad and this is everything and I will not make it weird. When she pulls back her eyes are doing something. "Do not," I say. "I am not doing anything," she says. "Your eyes are doing something," I say. "They are fine," she says, blinking rapidly. "Completely fine. Dust." "Hackney dust." "Notorious for it," she says.

The boy’s eyes were heavy with exhaustion and blood loss, but he was awake. Drazen continued, venom in his voice. "Do you even remember her name, Dominic? Or was she just another tool? Another sacrifice on your altar of power?" Dominic said nothing. He stood still, unreadable. His face was blank, but his eyes were sharp. Focused. Watching only one thing: Derek. He gave no signal. No nod. No gesture. But his eyes spoke. Again and again, in a way only someone smart enough—and desperate enough—could understand.

But I forced my eyes open, locking onto his photo. Those eyes seemed to bore into me, promising the dominance I craved. I pumped the dildo faster, the wet sounds of my pussy squealing in the quiet room. Christmas lights twinkled faintly from the living room down the hall, but here, it was just me and my filthy fantasy.