Looking Through The Eyes Of Love นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She was a whimpering, moaning mess riding him desperately, chasing another release. As she rode him harder, their eyes locked. In his gaze, she saw more than just raw lust; there was love and adoration shining brightly in those deep blue eyes. Every thrust was filled with passion and tenderness mixed together in a way that made her heart flutter even as her body trembled with pleasure.

Please, this must be a childish skit of his. After calming herself, she opened her eyes, and coincidentally, she looked directly at his emerald eyes. She sucked in another large amount of air when she saw nothing in his eyes. The warmth that was there and the love he always held towards her were gone. He was looking at her like how he looked at the others. It was gone. And now she was as if already belonged to those others. It hurt. Her heart wavered under his loveless eyes. Is that it? Is the love gone?

The prophecy Locks of velvet night A blaze to dark enlight Eyes of light Heart of might Phosphorescence of might inbound. The witch and the seer, a pair confound A love so rare to ice be bound A witch of might to face the hounds.

Lucy was soaking her body in the hot spring where Killian and her marked each other. Her muscles were sore from running so far so fast. She thought about running away. Forgetting this life and becoming someone else, but she couldn't leave Axel and Lanie with no explanation. How do you reject someone you already let mark you. She was mad and sad, but mostly she felt stupid for falling for Killian's act. She should have known better. She was lost in thought when a chill crept down her spine like someone was watching her. Who would be this far out here? That's when the vision started, Lucy's head fell back, and she began to shake as her vision took hold.

Not just her intoxicating and warm scent of sugar cane and vanilla that had you licking your lips for a taste. No, I reeked of sex, of her! Shivers ran down my spine, and my skin prickled, as the image of those beautiful green orbs, glazed over, staring deep into mine as she climaxed, invaded my head, remembering the single tear that slipped from her eye when I finished inside her a moment later. Her eyes were the brightest I had ever seen, the tear couldn’t have been a feeling of hurt, no, this was deeper, because our eyes were locked and I saw love, the love she had for me. “I did.”

"That was so sweet of you Irfan, one of the best compliments one could have paid me. Thank you for everything cause I see love in your eyes baby." "How do you see it?" Irfan wrapped his hands around her waist, whispering in her ears. "It is written all over your face, especially in your eyes, when someone is in love you can tell just by looking in their eyes." Irfan let out a happy groan. She flung her arms around his neck. Starring deep into his captivating eyes, time stood stock still as they stared at each other, she spread her slender fingers around his smooth-shaven jaw and whispered unabashedly in a very enticing way.

He should have been here. He closed his eyes. When he looked upon with coldness, when there was no love in his eyes, all he could see was deadness. The eyes that had lost the ability to show real and deep love, to be a gateway to their soul, were dead. Please, let it be a nightmare. Please, let it be a mistake.

No mirror, no filter made her feel as beautiful as his eyes did. He gently laid her down on the soft, inviting mattress, gently parting their lips. The longing in his eyes was palpable as they traced every curve and contour of her face. She luxuriated in the warmth of his intense gaze, feeling an unparalleled sense of beauty and desirability. No mirror or filter could ever evoke the same profound feeling of beauty as the captivating gaze of his eyes.

At this moment Saad remember a poem "The look of love Is in your eyes The look your smile can't disguise The look of love Is saying so much more than just words could ever say And what my heart has heard, Well, it takes my breath away." —Dusty Springfield It suits their situation….. On the other hand Meerab looked at her , her face turned red with blush. The passing moment flashes in front of her eyes, his misty eyes are like the early morning dew when he is overwhelmed with love for me; or when he finds me particularly moving or beautiful, his gentle compassionate look turns his eyes hazel, and his soft eyes express care and concern so often….. "What is wrong with him…. The moment I decide

I faintly remember one of my married friends back in my kingdom saying something about looking in the eyes during lovemaking sessions. "Love comes in through the eyes," Mary Smithe had said to me. "So you must search them until you find them." His fingers pump faster and faster, an erotic squelching sound echoing in the cave. "Oh God," I moan loudly, trying to keep my eyes on his the whole time. He gives a grin, his eyes blackening with lust.