Eyes Of Someone In Love Novels & Stories

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.

William Shakespeare once said, “Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.”. Falling in love was one mistake I made, I fell in love with a monster, the devil himself. Face to face with death, yet the only voice I hear in my head is his. I guess to understand my story, We have to start from the beginning.

"I want to be inside you." She looks at me with eye lids that are slightly closed as I line my cock against her pussy lips. I push in slowly and watch as her eyes close and she moans out my name. I watch as her lips open wider and her tongue slides unto her upper lip. She exhales as she takes more of me in. Her eyes open once again and latch onto mine. I can see it now. Trust and love in her eyes. I'm not sure what it is she sees or loves me for, but my chest tightens, and my heart, which had remained dead to love, wells with fucking emotion.

It looked like she was begging to be touched. She was crying, but it was not sad tears, it was more of a ‘this is what love feels like’ kind of sadness, and the look she gave her lover spoke volumes of her devotion. She was enjoying it, and so was he, I could see it in his eyes. And on the other side was a guy who looked more or less like a middle aged version of Peter Pan, but not quite, there was something slightly disturbing about that guy. His eyes were blue, the color of the ocean, or ice, or sea glass. But it was more of a light blue that changed color at will, as if he could change the way his pupils reacted to his emotions. The colour of the ocean.

“When I wake up, the only person I think about is you. When I'm in the office, I think about you, you and only you. Look into my eyes, Iza. Look into my eyes and see if you won't realize how much I love you. Just look into my eyes.” Izabelle closed her eyes and opened them just to at least calm herself a little and raised her face to stare at him. She could see love in his eyes. He looks at her as if she is the most beautiful thing he has seen in his life. He looks at her with so much love.

because none in the human body except the eyes only show the greatest love and emotion a human has. But now, standing far from the two, about 3 feet apart from them, I could clearly see using my own eyes that with them, gazing at each other, clearly showed to their eyes that they have fallen for each other so hard... that nothing in this world can cost the price of the love they have with each other... that even a million billion, or a billion trillion, can't even purchase it.

Mira squinted her eyes at him, annoyed how obviously entertained he was. " Alright, ma'am. " " So? " " I am sure you'll be surprised to hear this, but I didn't fall in love with your endowment. ” “ Really? ” she exclaimed with surprise. " Mira, I fell in love with your eyes. They are as clear as the fine lake. It's said that the eye reveals a lot about a person. Your eyes are the exact reflection of your heart and soul. " " Um... " " But why didn't you figure out that I loved you earlier, then? "

] He sent a photo of the ripped-up divorce agreement. And then another photo arrived. This time, it was of our wedding rings. Tristan: [You haven't thrown these out. You still love me, don't you?] Tristan: [Come back to me. You're still my wife.] A hard-to-describe bitterness churned within me, as if it were tearing at my throat. I froze. An unbidden tear slipped down my cheek, blurring the image for a moment. When I focused again, something caught my eye—a small, barely visible object lying at the edge of the photo, almost hidden by the rings. I zoomed in, shaky fingers hovering over the screen.

She was a whimpering, moaning mess riding him desperately, chasing another release. As she rode him harder, their eyes locked. In his gaze, she saw more than just raw lust; there was love and adoration shining brightly in those deep blue eyes. Every thrust was filled with passion and tenderness mixed together in a way that made her heart flutter even as her body trembled with pleasure.

At the jaw and the dark eyes and the specific, complete attention of someone who had been paying attention since the second library session and had never once stopped. “Yes?” he said. “Yes,” she said. He held her gaze. Something moved across his face. She didn’t have a word for it. She’d never seen it before. Something entirely new. Something that was all the other expressions simultaneously — the real smile, the open version, the patient certain look, the grief-and-gratitude look, all of them at once — and then something beyond all of them. Something that was only this. Only now. “Whatever comes after,” he said softly.