El Secreto En Sus Ojos Novels & Stories

Sean whispered softly as he closed his eyes. Secretly, Hera’s eyes widened at Sean’s unexpected words. She hadn’t fallen asleep yet, still thinking about the baby she was carrying. But after hearing those words from Sean, she felt a wave of happiness. A sweet smile spread across her face. "You already have, Sean," Hera whispered softly, holding back her smile. ***

That's why she was shocked to see him. Only If he knew. For an unknown reason his heart also skipped a beat as soon as her eyes met with him. Her deep ocean blue eyes remembered someone but jerked the thought as there were a lot of people around with the same eyes. Also he didn't wanna remember some betrayal. All the time his eyes were roaming around her figure then stopped in a particular place. There's a mole near her collarbone and for unknown reason it looks so tempting. He thought how it will feel when his lips suck this place.

"It's a shabby place. Hope you won't mind." He said nothing, but his eyes were searching the place. Then, he saw the keys.

His voice was a low, mocking purr, dripping with possessiveness and a hint of cruel amusement. My breath hitched again, a ragged gasp against the suffocating weight of his presence. His dark eyes, pools of bottomless depravity, bored into mine, stripping away the years of carefully constructed defenses, leaving me raw and vulnerable. His face inched closer, his breath hitting my face. "Unfortunately for you, Selene, I found you," he whispered. "And you won't leave my sight, ever again." "Let me go, Lorenzo, please," I pleaded, tears welling up in my eyes.

“You don’t know shit.” “Don’t I?” I studied his face carefully. The tension in his jaw. The flicker of panic he was trying so hard to hide. “Funny thing about segreti,” I continued softly. secrets “They always leave traces.” Antonio shoved me back. “You’re bluffing.” “Sono io?” Am I He stared at me. For a long moment neither of us spoke. Then suddenly—

She had the same sharp blue eyes I had seen in that picture back in Camille's secret room. As if she hadn't been concealing a thousand secrets, her pearly teeth gleamed innocently. She pulled a cart of groceries towards her car, in a yellow summer dress and a child clinging to her dress. She looked a little older than Sophie. I saw her gasp and suddenly return to the supermarket. I nudged Kira to stay back while I went ahead to spy on her. At first, she didn't notice me, and I followed her closely, Not until we grabbed the same banana bunch. Our palms touched and Her gaze instantly locked with mine, I saw her blue eyes widen with shock and before I knew it She ran out dropping her basket.

just will say rolling his eyes "Did you just roll your eyes your eyes at me? Come here and taste it for yourself " Drake would say Justin obediently goes to take the coffee only for their fingers to brush on each others which was deliberately caused by Drake to tease Justin.. Justin had caught Drake on several occasions staring at him from across the office which sent heat pooling down his stomach. The intensity of Drake's eyes in him was driving him insane. They even stayed and worked overtime. Justin had thought it was a mère coïncidence but found out Drake was doing this on purpose. The late nights were always so special to both of them

"Open your eyes. If you close them, you're hiding. I want you to be present. I want you to see the risk." I snapped my eyes open. I looked at Clara. She was chewing on the end of her pen, and I was touching myself right in front of her. A thin layer of wood was the only thing separating my secret from her reality. "She has no idea," Luca whispered, reading my mind. "You're sitting there, looking like a perfect little student. But you're a slut for me, aren't you?" "Yes," I breathed, the word silent. "My dirty little secret," he groaned. "Rub that clit, Sofia. Harder. Forget the soreness. Grind against it."

The thought of anyone doing harm to her made me lose control. " Answer me, Mister Tomas, and then I may allow you to leave here." Leaning closer in my chair, I looked him in the eyes. The eyes are the windows to the soul. I can read people's eyes and I know what emotion they are expressing or hiding and what secrets lie there. I needed to know this asshole's secrets.

He looked me into my eyes as if they were going to tell him what was going through my mind. "What are you doing?" He asked softly. I stared at him. Did he not understand what it was that I wanted? I broke eye contact for a short moment, feeling ashamed. He made me second guess myself for a moment, but then a confidence took over. I brought my eyes back up to him and slowly opened his shirt up, seeing his slim and well colored chest. I put my hands to his body and began rubbing up towards his shoulders pushing his shirt down off his back, letting it hit the floor. His green eyes stared at me intensely. "Are you sure?" I gave a smile and a nod. He pulled me into him again and this time, there