Dreamboat Eye Contact Novels & Stories

I bend and pick it up but as I stand, my eyes connect with the most beautiful, breathtaking, golden orbs. Eyes that connect explicitly on mine.

The crowd was dense, but I pushed through and made a beeline for the stairs. I drew nearer and the individual glanced up and met my gaze briefly before averting his eyes. I kept back a bit, waiting for them to take the first step. Another buzz. I did not even need to check my phone to know who it was. "Close enough?" I smiled and shoved my hands into my jacket pockets and leaned in somewhat and spoke a bit softer. “You the one texting me?” He didn't say anything at first; he just sort of leaned in and displayed those incredible eyes, and I definitely saw the dark iris in his eye.

The sight steals Eli's breath away and makes his mouth go dry. Damon lifts his sunglasses, revealing those piercing green eyes that seem to look straight into Eli's soul. A slow, devilish smirk spreads across Damon's chiseled features as he watches Eli approach, drinking in every step closer. "Well hello there, beautiful," Damon purrs approvingly, pushing off the sleek limo and sauntering towards Eli confidently.

His head was thrown back against the couch and his face had this scrunched up look. When I finally settled on him, I paused a little bit to look at him, and I felt proud seeing that I was the one who made a man like Liam Kane look like this and this view was mine alone to savour and no one else's. His eyes were closed. “Look at me.” I whispered. We were only a hair apart from each other but I wanted to see his eyes. I wanted to see the turmoil that I knew was going on in there. He opened them and I was hit by the storm of his grey eyes.

Her curves moving in the blue water in a way that had everyone's attention 'And our eyes are crossing paths across the room There's only one thing left for us to do' As she moved in the water, her back collided with someone. She turned around to find Damon looking at her with a smile on his face. He wrapped his arms around her waist and danced with her. James looked at both of them. Her teasing smile and gaze on Damon was making him his grit his teeth in anger. 'You can touch me with slow hands Speed it up, baby, make me sweat Dreamland, take me there 'cause I want your sex If my body had a say, I wouldn't turn away

And he was already watching me. Damon stood near the edge of the inner ring, still as a statue, surrounded by nobles and foreign dignitaries who had turned their eyes politely away. But not him. He hadn’t blinked. He saw it all. His expression wasn’t curious. It wasn’t cautious. It was reverent. Like he’d been waiting for this moment. Like part of him knew. But held my gaze, a new wave of heat and desire snapping between us. Damon’s eyes held mine as my vision flickered again. And when my eyes burned and the silver surged forward—something ancient and luminous pushing through my irises like a second soul breaking the surface.

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.

Her heart started pounding in her chest because of the effect her boss’s gaze had on her. Damian’s scowling gaze reached a higher climax, his gaze still locked on Selena, staring at her like some kind of prey before the predator. Selena's heart hit her rib cage and she fluttered her eyes nervously. For a second she found her hands coming towards her chest as she held them placatingly, “S-sorry," she muttered, making eye contact with Damian which was short-lived and then she slowly cringed, her heart beating the most in her chest.

What’s wrong, Dreamboat? Uh, it’s your eyes. My eyes? Yeah, there’s a gold ring. I just looked at myself in the mirror, and I swear that was nothing wrong with my eyes. I turn back to the Elder and notice her hand stretched toward me. I hesitate briefly before taking her hand. She holds it tightly and gives it a shake before releasing me.

Jayden replied without hesitation. I looked at him and realized he was being sincere. His beautiful brown eyes looked at me with a sparkle, affecting me more than I could have imagined. I thought he approached me that day because he liked my body. I never imagined he had seen me cry and was moved by it. My heart raced as I saw his pupils dilate while he looked at me. I lowered my head, breaking eye contact in a vain attempt to escape the sensation. I knew how dangerous it was to let myself feel something for him, but despite knowing I was on the edge of a cliff, the fall seemed increasingly alluring.