Longing Look Novels & Stories

The voices in the room, the quiet movement of the maids, even the sound of my own breathing seemed to disappear. It felt like time had stilled, like the entire world had narrowed down to just the two of us, caught in a gaze neither of us could break. But what unsettled me the most was not his presence. It was the way he looked at me. There was no anger in his eyes. No sharpness, no cold distance. Instead, there was something else. Something softer, deeper, something that looked dangerously close to longing. It made my chest tighten in a way I was not prepared for.

Back to sipping wine. 🌷🌺❤️❤️❤️ They lock eyes across the table. Everything around them fades away. They are in a universe all their own. Lost in the depths of each other’s eyes. She can feel his desire, he hers. But it is not lustful. Calm, gentle, controlled. With a sense of longing to escape forever into that universe around them.

A sexy man, one who I didn’t want to take my hands off of. He continued smiling and gazing into my eyes as we danced, the eye contact as intimate as the closeness of our hips. My body ached for him in a primal way, a way that transcended words and appearances and ridiculous surrogacy contracts. It was the longing that had existed between humans as long as there had been humans. A screaming urgency in the back of my head that said one thing in big, bold letters: MATE, WITH THIS MAN.

He said again in a tone regarded with fear. I held his collar and looked at him with the same look of craving he is giving me. The look of addiction we have in our hearts. The desires we want to release. The strong feeling of cravenness for each other. We both glistened as the moonlight fell on our face making us more aroused than we already are. Our eyes lost themselves in those mystifying clouds of lust and want. The yearning for each other took over as we both began to pant. "...I want you..." I said, panting.

His manhood was still buried inside her, pouring its essence into her. Several moments passed by when she felt him stirring atop her. He lifted his face to look at her. A tender emotion in his eyes. She blinked at him. Even after fucking her for so long, there was still profound yearning in her eyes. The yearning was not physical. It was for her soul. A layer of unsetteling emotion filled her guts as she looked into his eyes. She was having a hunch that he was going to say something and she wasn't going to like it.

The mark, that mystical and binding symbol, exerted a primal pull, one that transcended rational thought and spoke directly to the heart of the beast. I pulled away and looked into her deep blue eyes. “Why don’t I feel anything for you?” I asked her. She stayed silent, she had no answer. I didn’t have an answer either. “Get on your knees.” I commanded. She immediately dropped down as I undid my belt. Her eyes, those windows to the soul, had grown dark and sultry, burning with an unmistakable hunger. It was a look that spoke of longing and need, of a deep-seated craving that could not be ignored.

I felt a gentle ache in my own chest, a longing for that kind of unconditional embrace. He finally set her down, but kept an arm around her, his gaze sweeping over her, trying to see if she was okay. Then, his eyes met mine over Naomi’s head. A slow warmth spread through me as I felt that familiar flutter in my stomach. His eyes were filled with an intense longing that made my breath catch. He couldn’t stop looking at me. It was subtle, but it was there, in the way his gaze kept drifting back. Naomi pulled back slightly and looked between us. Her eyes twinkled with mischief. A knowing smile played on her lips. "You’re looking at Delilah like she’s a snack. Should I leave?"

"Longing." *

Just by watching her Story, I could track their every move. They went trekking through the rainforest, taking in the sights and sounds. They watched fireworks at Starfall Park and kissed under the bursts of light. Bernard took her to my favorite bistro and even cut her steak at the table. Then, he brought her to a hot-spring retreat, where they indulged every whim. In between, he bought her multiple sets of lingerie I couldn't even look at without wincing. I didn't cry or get upset. I just saved every post she was foolish enough to show off.

I smell something like candles I hear music start playing 'It's a beautiful night, we're looking for something dumb to do Hey baby, I think I wanna marry you Is it the look in your eyes or is it this dancing juice? Who cares, baby, I think I wanna marry you " What's going on?". I ask curiously , I feel someone suddenly wrap his hand around my waist, it was Luther. "What's happening?" I whisper He whispers back "Just go with it". He leads me to a slow dance