Dreamboat Eye Contact Novels & Stories

I was staring straight into that monstrous, yet chiseled face. "I don't know. His face is soft, but his eyes are hard. I've seen these eyes before." Damon realized she was speaking as if the young man was in the room. Was she seeing him? "He has Ryan's eyes." "Do you want to talk about Ryan Wingo?" With that, James Blake simply disappeared and Damon was back in my sights.

Damien stood before me, our eyes met and the smile in His eyes contained a sensuous flame as his eyes closed on me, roaming over my figure. He was shirtless, and his defined chest and abs rippled with each move as he moved closer. Oh gosh, this was a sight for sore eyes, too much for me to bear. His eyes locked with mine, and I felt like he was looking into my soul. He smirked at me, knowing the reaction he had to me. My eyes roamed down his chest and spotted the rugged scar on his left abdomen, making me grow hot and feverish as my heartbeat pounded with a mixture of arousal and fear.

His familiar brown eyes washed over me, slowly narrowing as he pushed the glasses down his nose. I couldn’t bring myself to love. All this seemed too easy. This wasn’t supposed to be simple. It was meant to be violent and turbulent. It must be my dream, I must be hallucinating, must be in some delusional world. But when Damian’s eyes narrowed further as he took in my appearance, my face, my eyes.

Liam joined in the fun, chasing her around the room. Eventually, he caught up with her and playfully tackled her, causing both of them to fall to the floor. Liam ended up lying on top of Natalie, looking into her eyes. "You have beautiful eyes," he remarked. Natalie blushed and looked back at him. "Thank you," she said with a small smile, giving him a gentle kiss on the cheek….. Liam gazed into Natalie's eyes, his hand gently brushing away a strand of hair from her face. Natalie lay there, her face lighting up with a subtle glow. Liam's face drew closer to hers, their lips almost touching, creating a moment of anticipation.

I liked how he watched me with those hazel eyes, it created a flutter in my chest. He lifted his gaze to mine and It was so hard to keep an eye contact with him. “Are you sure you want this? Bambi..because the moment I taste you, you are officially mine” He rasped

The Luna rose, looked at me, and stayed where she was. I nodded, scrubbing a hasty swipe at my face. The door moved slowly open. And there he stood. Damon. He looked like a man who hadn't slept for weeks. His eyes were bloodshot. His hair was mussed. His clothes were wrinkled like he'd risen suddenly without even bothering. But what struck me the most… was the anguish in his eyes. Pure, unadulterated anguish. Our eyes locked, and neither of us said a word.

“Anything? Anything like what?” Donovan asked back, looking into her eyes. Her eyes suddenly got interesting to Donovan, they were gleaming and beautiful. She had brown gorgeous eyes, he thought, staring intently into them like he wanted to read her mind. Donovan stretched his hand like he was going to touch her face and Jasmine expected it. Her eyes went shut, just to feel the warmth of his hands on her face but it never came. She opened her eyes and saw Donovan looking straight like he hadn't just teased her.

Damian commanded, his voice a low vibration right next to my ear. I forced my head up, my vision slightly blurred by the tears I was desperately trying to hold back. He was right there. His face was inches from mine, his features carved from granite, completely unbothered by the storm raging inside me. He reached up with one hand, his long, scarred fingers wrapping firmly around my jaw, tilting my face up so I had no choice but to drown in the absolute depth of his dark gaze.

Daphne said with a smile still in close contact with Black. Black remained seated and unmoving like a rock, his eyes flashed a dark expression. It was never in Daphne’s plan to exchange eye contact with him and the moment she made that mistake, she was trapped in them. Her smile slipped and desires took over. Even with the mask on his face, his eyes are visible enough and charming. Her eyes travel from his pink lips to his ocean eyes and she's on the verge of drowning herself in them— or perhaps she was drowning herself in something else.

Liam took a deep, difficult breath, but he looked like he was having some sort of internal battle, a look I am well acquainted with. “There was someone dear to me… and I let her get away because I was a complete dick.” He quickly wiped at his eyes, then ran his fingers through his hair, brushing it back. I swallowed hard, unable to look away from him. His ash blond hair, tousled, fell naturally back into place, resting against his temples and curling slightly at his nape. Those smouldering eyes, dark blue with an emerald undertone, still captivated me. They looked like they’d seen too much, carried too many ghosts, yet still burned with that silent promise of protection. Framed by thick lash