His Eyes Dilate When He Looks At Me Novels & Stories

He stops then and looks deeply into my eyes. His pupils are dilated with lust, his jaw is set, and a pulse throbs at his temple. He's so turned on and as hungry as me that it takes my breath away. My lungs burn, with every bit of oxygen that seems to have been sucked out of the room. The very air and thrum of the room feeling electric with need, and a desire so intense, my scalp tight-ens. My stomach fills with butterflies. I swallow nervously as I see the question in his eyes.

all without taking eye contact away from me even once. I gulped, my eyes wide as the hairs on my neck and arms pricked up; I wanted to look away…. as a matter of fact, the right thing to do was looking away. But for some reason, I watched as he fucked her mouth without any care. His eyes were on me the entire time as the pupils dilated, probably because he would cum soon.

he asked, narrowing his gaze as he looked into my eyes without blinking. I nodded. "I need words, Elena." His eyes remained fixated on mine. "Touch me," I said, then looking at how his pupils dilated, probably flabbergasted by my words. "Alright." his lips curved up into a one-sided smile. "Then relax and enjoy."

“Feels like someone’s drilling into my skull.” He hesitated, then handed me a glass of water. His fingers brushed mine, cold as stone. “Drink,” he said. I did. Mostly because I didn’t trust my voice enough to argue. When I looked up again, he was staring—not at me, exactly, but at my eyes. His gaze was sharp, studying. “What?” I asked. “Nothing,” he said. “They look different in this light.” “Different how?” “Redder.” I blinked. “Probably the headache.”

It's funny that every time I am looking at him I feel so much emotion that makes me want him more and more. "Are you enjoying the view?" I watched his lips move. I was surprised to see him still awake. I blushed when I realized that he had noticed me staring. He opened his emerald eyes and smiled my way. I couldn't hold his gaze and looked outside. But no matter how much I tried to strain my eyes or something I still couldn't see anything behind the window.

I open my eyes and look at him, his eyes are a shade darker with dilated pupils full of raw lust! Oh God....what have I done?!.......

I couldn't describe the agitation that was slowly and painfully invading my body. I didn't know what came into me when I slowly looked up at him. And regretted it immediately I shockingly yet terrifyingly gasped loudly, when I saw his eyes flickering. His pupils were dilated, the whites of his eyes were covered with blue veins, his blue irises were surrounded by blood redlining that was slowly eating the blues of his eyes.

They say you can tell what someone is thinking by looking in their eyes. What does it mean when someone's eyes seem to take you in? They look you over up to down then, their pupils dilate and get darker. I watched Luka watch me. I hate him but I can't stop myself from watching him watch me. It was a new discovery. I must have been carried away because he was speaking to me, "uhm?" "Spin." He commanded again, and whatever misgivings I had earlier, I couldn't remember them right now.

The thought made my heart clench painfully. "Who told you this?" he murmured. I glanced up. His gaze had hardened, and I gasped when I saw that his pupils had dilated, so much so that the whites were covered by black. He looked menacing, dangerous. I gasped and stuttered, "Al-Alexandra".

His lips were warm against my skin, and I closed my eyes, letting myself exist fully in that moment of connection. When he began to pull away, something in me rebelled. My hand found the lapel of his jacket, fingers curling into the fine fabric. Our eyes met, a silent question passing between us. I saw the exact moment his pupils dilated, the amber of his irises nearly swallowed by black.