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.

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.

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?"

"If you want me to forgive you, then wait three years." He lit up, then faltered. "Why three years?" "I'm going overseas to study. It might take longer. If you don't want to wait—" "I'll wait," he cut in, almost tripping over the words. "If it means you'll forgive me, I'll wait for as long as it takes..." He kept talking, piling promise after promise. However, I didn't listen to any of them. All I heard was him saying, again and again, that he would wait.

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

The clock on the wall showed that it was 11 o'clock at night. James could smell the faint smell of men's scent in the room. This caused him to furrow his brows slightly. 'She's probably just got back from a date with Sean,' thought James. He forced himself to remain calm and slowly sat down beside the table. Wendy slowly walked over and sat on the opposite side. She raised her brows and then smiled. "Why are you back so late?" "I just finished a meeting with foreign designers. We're in different time zones." James's face was indifferent. "I ordered a suit for Sean from an Idalian designer. Mr. Greenwood is a live streamer. To secure his image, the suit will need to be custom-made."

That was three years ago. For three years, I've carried his picture everywhere, never letting it out of my sight. And now, Sarah shows up and says she wants to see him. I held my father's portrait and sobbed until I couldn't breathe. "Dad... I miss you so much. I'm taking you away. I won't let her find you." I don't know how long I cried. Then I heard a key turning in the lock. My head snapped up. My mom was standing in the doorway.

“Just like that.” He looked at me and smiled, relishing in the reaction he was eliciting from me as his hand kept moving, steady and sure. My eyes flickered closed as I let myself feel the intensity of the moment, every second of it, the way I’d wanted for months, the way I’d pictured every night. “Look at me,” he said softly, breaking me out of it. I forced my eyes open and looked into the deep blue of his eyes. He was watching me with something unguarded. An intense longing. No one has watched me like that before.