Longing Eyes Novels & Stories

My eyes turned unfocus and I loosened up, letting the supreme pleasure wash over me. My climax numbed my senses until he gave me one rough thrust, forcing me back to reality. I focused my gaze on his face and was struck by the look in his eyes. So much craving, so much yearning. His eyes were screaming his want for me. How could he want me so much? I had never been loved so ardently. Even now he was eyeing me as if I was some blessing bestowed upon him by the Goddess.

So much for just blending in. My eyes wandered around the ballroom, searching for the pair of azure eyes that always set my heart thumping. Yes, I was fighting against the sudden course of feelings the man erupted in me, and so, I simply wanted to tell him, silently, I will fight and put up my resistance. However, as my eyes connected with his own, I felt a longingness. My heart earned for his own. His azure eyes was my comfort in the darkness. Something so bright and oceanic that filled my world with such wonder and longing.

He closed his eyes and a pair of cerulean orbs flashed through his mind. “Fuck,” he breathed hoarsely and peeled his eyes open. Damn those eyes. They had been tormenting him for years now. So cruel yet so innocent. Their innocence had struck him hard. Countless nights he had burned in desire of possessing those ocean eyes. It was a craze obsession but he loved seeing himself in those orbs. Many times he caught himself fantasizing about them. How would they look filled with tears of pleasure? He bit his lip, feeling his member waking. Fuck! The things he wanted to do with the owner of those eyes.

Rachel P. O. V. Purple Shiny Eyes... Those eyes are staring at me with such meaningful look, as if they are trying to express something, words can not grant, and somehow I feel like I am drawn to them as if they are calling me. And just like how I feel a long time ago.

There was a sense of peace and contentment between them, as if the world around them had faded away, leaving only them in focus. Her heart skipped a beat whenever their eyes met, and she could see the reflection of her own emotions in his gaze. There was a depth of longing and tenderness in his eyes that made her feel cherished and understood. It was in these stolen glances that their unspoken words found expression, silently conveying the depth of their feelings for one another.

She dropped her head immediately, entirely unwilling to look up into his dangerous eyes, and silently prayed that he would just leave her alone. Alexander noticed her lovely eyes gazing frantically down at the floor, completely avoiding his own. He was instantly enraged. He desperately wanted to see her eyes—her beautiful, expressive green eyes that perfectly revealed exactly how terrified she was of him. He fiercely wanted to see those fearful eyes looking up at him.

Jamie sat on the edge of the rug, silently rolling a small toy car back and forth across the floor. He didn’t make any sound. His eyes were fixed on the toy, but his mind was far away. The light from the window touched his face, showing tear stains on his cheeks from the night before. Daniel stood nearby, watching him. It had been days since Jamie found out the truth. Since then, he barely smiled or spoke. He didn’t call out for Maya anymore, but Daniel could see it in his eyes—he missed her.

The weight of their gazes bore down on me, amplifying the turmoil within. I could see the intensity in Nate's eyes as he looked at me. They were like two pools of molten amber, glowing with a mixture of determination and longing. The flickering light from the nearby torches danced in his irises, adding an ethereal glow to their depths. There was a depth to his gaze that seemed to hold a thousand untold stories, a silent promise of a connection yet to be fully explored.

This soft, plump lips. My eyes travelled back to hers and I caught her staring at my lips too before her eyes met mine. She blinked, still sobbing a little as I took the hint to move closer to her face until our nose met. I studied her eyes and saw just how much she missed and love me. To think that she went through a lot from giving birth without me by her side to raising our little boy alone with Jack, I realized just how much this lady really meant to me. "I love you. Always... and forever." I whispered just above her lips before I claimed them with mine, savoring her rosy lips passionately.

Looking at his child, I couldn’t help wondering, if my Jimmy were still here, would he be that big now? [May 11. I’m almost out of money. Joan won’t give me a cent. We had a fight. I cried until I could barely breathe. I looked at the window and even thought about jumping. I don’t know how much longer I can hold on. I feel like a sinner.] Joan’s breathing grew more and more labored. Her heart felt as though it were being torn apart, yet she continued reading the journal as a form of punishment. Beneath the entries were countless comments from kind strangers who cared about Jimmy.