His Eyes Dilate When He Looks At Me Novels & Stories

And, I wasn’t good at those in one bit. “What do you think I think, mate?” With a hardened glare, he asked me. My back came in contact with the wall, making me halt my steps. He gazed into my eyes with her brown ones. But this was different, they weren’t brown anymore. Instead, his pupils were dilated in a dark shade.

He is staring straight at me. Those sharp, crystal-blue eyes are locked onto mine, piercing through the distance between the dining table and the sofa. I blink rapidly, caught completely off guard. It feels like he is looking straight into my soul, peeling back the layers of my hoodie and my sweatpants to read every messy, jealous thought currently racing through my mind.

he said, and I glared at him while rubbing my nose. "But you can. He is already impressed by you. I don't like sharing my people with others," I said with a pout. I turned towards the entrance, but he stopped me by grabbing my hand. "What now?" I turned toward him, and his intense expression made me nervous. His eyes are focused on my face, and he is looking at me with so much intensity that I am afraid that I will melt under his gaze... {Does he have laser beams in his eyes?}

Ways every head would turn. If this didn't catch his eye, then I was afraid there was no saving him. When I stepped out, I saw it, the way his eyes widened. And just like that, I knew. I finally got him. He had been so composed all morning, so maddeningly in control. But now? I could see his stares roaming all over my body and my lips a bit parted, just like catching your breath briefly, but noticeably. He tried to recover, his usual confidence kicking back in, but I saw the moment his pupils dilated just a little too much.

In an effort to maintain some semblance of composure, I took a lengthy breath in and let out a loud one. He approached me warily, and once he was close enough, he crouched down next to me. "Look at me, Carla," he commanded as he cupped my chin with his fingers and compelled me to meet his gaze. When I looked at him, his eyes were a vibrant shade of green, and they sparkled brightly. There were golden flecks so minute that you could barely see them, but they made his eyes shine nonetheless. His pupils grew slightly larger, which was a clear indication to me that he was truly concerned for my well-being.

His large fingers, which had been gently tracing my hip, clamped down tight, digging into my skin through the sweatpants with an intensity that bordered on painful. Slowly, he pulled his head back against the pillow, his neck muscles straining as he stared up at me. Those gold eyes were completely blown out, looking utterly bewildered, as if he'd forgotten how to read his own name. I watched his pupils dilate, then contract, struggling to focus on my face. The confusion there was almost comical, if it hadn't been so achingly vulnerable.

He smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “What happened?” I ask him when he looks at me, and I see his eyes look glassy. I grab his face in my hands and look into his eyes. I look at my mother and she stands and moves closer to us. “His eyes.” I say to her, and she drops to her knees and looks into his eyes. Her eyes widen, and she begins to panic. “What’s wrong with him?” I ask her when he blinks rapidly and shakes his head. He looks at me, confused.

I exclaimed in distress as he continued sucking my neck. But the next thing I never expected him to do was to lift me and instantly made me sit above the table! I'm certain I am already glowing red because of inexpressible embarrassment yet he didn't seem to care as he proceeded to reveal my breasts while incessantly inserting himself between my legs. When I didn't let my legs open for him, he suddenly halted and directed his unreadable gaze to me. 'Goodness! I didn't know his eyes could be like that?! It's like there's electricity chaos inside! And his iris! It's almost like a dancing ball! Dilating and then contacting!' I couldn't take the intensity of his gaze so I immediately looked down

he answers his own question. Peeling one eye open, I see him looking at my hardness like he was seeing the best thing ever. I can see drool at the corners of his mouth if I squint. “None of the image I had in my head looks anything like the real deal.” I suck in a breath. My body needs him to touch me. I need him to touch me everywhere. Still, I say nothing. My breathing is labored, sitting on my elbows, I watch him. His eyes make their way to mine, an inaudible gasp escapes me. His irises are so dark, stars are visible in them.

I must have done something wrong. I flinched when the door flung open. Upon seeing his agitated demeanour, my heart sank. I could tell that he was beyond pissed. I quickly scrambled to my feet and lowered my gaze as I dared not look into his eyes. However, he had another idea. He stormed over to me and grabbed my cheeks, forcing me to look up. Strange sparks tingled my skin, but I was too scared to think about that. Just as our eyes made contact, his pupils dilated, and the most bizarre words escaped through his gritted teeth. “Mate.”