Dominic Sherwood Eyes นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Amelia’s POV I couldn’t sleep. Even after Dominic left, the air in my apartment still felt heavy with him — like his scent clung to the walls, his touch left invisible marks on my skin. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw him standing there in the low light, his hair a mess from my hands, his lips swollen from our kisses. And those eyes. God, those eyes. I’d never seen them like that before. So raw. So exposed. Like for a moment, the man who kept the world at arm’s length had let down his walls just enough to let me see what was hiding behind them.

Under the table, she jiggled her feet anxiously. "Careful, kitten, your tone is less than respectful." She took a deep breath and gathered herself. "I'm sorry. It's just very hard to talk about." She risked a look his way and saw his blue eyes boring deeply into her soul. "I understand that there are different kinds of Doms, and you're a Daddy Dom, which means you like to take care of submissives who are littles." Blake casually sipped his wine. "Mm-hmm, what else?"

But the moment she turned her back on me, I felt it again-Derick's eyes, persistent, boring deep into me as though he was looking right through me. I bit the inside of my cheek, the feeling too much to bear. I had no idea why it was being so.exposing. So exposed. His presence was overpowering, filling the room in such a way that made me want to run and hide. But something made me glance up. The instant his eyes met mine, I caught my breath. The darkness of his eyes appeared to penetrate me and I braced myself. I could not look away, though every fiber of me cried out to do so.

For a moment, he sighed and then raised the frames of his drooping glasses to the bridge of his droopy nose. “Please come in, Madam. See! It's a miracle. Your husband is awake and able to speak normally." The doctor stepped out after tapping my shoulder a few times. We look. The doctor's height made me have to look up a little to freely see his face. The wind whistled in my ear. I flinched and turned my gaze to the corner of the room. "Jack!" I cried to myself when I found a man with bare chest and piercing eyes standing like a silhouette in the corner of Kevin's treatment room.

But then something hit her in the head, causing her vision to blur and everything to go dark. *** In the darkness, there were whispers. She was in a dark room when a familiar voice entered. "What happened to her?" Leonardo became enraged, and his hands clasped hers. "Angela?" Angela then realized she was in her room. And she needs to open her eyes to see if she's dreaming or not. Then she noticed Leonardo's worried expression as he continued to clutch her hands. His grip was becoming tighter and more painful. "What happened?" Leonardo inquired again.

Both were shocked with this incident, Anya looks up and collides with his blue-green eyes. Anya raise her finger and traces on Sebastian's eyes making him shiver with her touch "Your eyes are so beautiful, so pure without any malice." Anya stares into his eyes with admiration and fascination then says "Why you always filled them with negative emotions? Or else they are the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen in my life." Hearing her words Sebastian holds her waist and pulls her closer to him then he touches his forehead with her and mumbles "Stop me before I lose control."

A scar cut through his left brow, but it did nothing to dim the sharp intensity of his golden eyes, the exact same shade as Damien’s. Damien’s face twisted with disbelief. His mouth opened, then closed, his jaw tightening. Raven clutched Cora tighter, her mind spinning. “Brother?” she whispered. Damien took a step forward, his entire body tensed like a coiled spring. His golden eyes locked onto the man standing before him. “Dominic?” His voice was barely above a whisper, filled with disbelief. “It can’t be…” Dominic’s lips curled slightly, though there was no real warmth in his expression.

Not when I'd finally found my footing, finally claimed my power, finally started to believe that maybe—just maybe—I could have everything I'd fought for. "Dominic!" This time I managed to put some volume behind his name, though it came out cracked and desperate. He was beside me in seconds, moving with that predatory grace that had somehow become comforting instead of threatening. His hair was mussed from sleep, his chest bare, but his eyes were instantly alert—the eyes of a man who'd learned to go from peaceful to lethal in the space of a heartbeat. Those eyes widened when they took in my condition, and I saw something I'd never seen before in Dominic Blackwood's face.

But it was his eyes that trapped me, wolf-gold and impossibly intense, like they could see straight through skin to something deeper. "That's me." I hated how breathless I sounded. "Your mother talks about you." He extended a hand, and I noticed the scars across his knuckles, the calluses that said he worked with those hands. "I'm Dominic. I've been seeing Diana for a few months now." Of course he had. My mother collected dangerous men like other women collected shoes. His hand swallowed mine, warm and rough, and electricity shot up my arm. I yanked back like I'd been burned, coffee pot sloshing. His eyes flashed, actually flashed gold and something that looked like shock crossed his face be

I lift my eyes to look at the men next to me finally. The younger man – Dominic Marshall – is the one I googled last night. Yep, I resorted to that, and I assume he is THE husband. I won't lie; he looks incredibly dashing in his three-piece black suit. The attire accentuates his deep green eyes, making them shine brightly. Under the golden glow of the light, his eyes appear even more beautiful. His hair is slightly tousled, with a few strands falling gracefully onto his forehead. His face is aloof, and judging by the jawline he has on him, he doesn't smile often.