Love Crush Dilated Pupils Novels & Stories

"Well, if you want to put our lives in the hands of a plastic stick and corporate conglomerates out to make a quick buck, then we might as well get my Magic Eight Ball and ask it, too...the results would be just as compelling." He put the tests back on the counter, and each second that past was longer than the last. His large hands cupped my jaw and tilted my head back, forcing me to look at him. I was a goner. The soft green had warmed with hints of yellow and the ring around the outside of his irises was a deep blue. When his pupils dilated, I closed my eyes. "Elle, baby." Gently, his words caressed my skin and then my soul.

His pupils are dilated, making his beautiful eyes appear black instead of blue. Sexual sin possesses him and it suits him.

I nodded my eyes as I cried. On raising my head up, I saw that the men ad already gown. Then I began to unzip my dress. The sound of the zipper going down tore through my senses. I shut my eyes as I slowly shed my self of my clothes. Then moment I was through, I peeked at him and saw that his pupils were already dilated. I was filled with lust. I heard him suck in a breath like someone who was I pain.

I ordered, and it took a while for the words to register, but she complied, and first was the white in her eyes before her pupils joined. Her pupils were dilated, overwhelmed with pleasure that I knew that despite the fact that she was opening her eyes, there was a really fat chance that she wasn’t seeing anything. “Good girl,” I combed my fingers through her hair as I gave her a kiss on her forehead and reached for the ballgag. “I’m going to take the gag off.” I informed her. She didn’t say anything, her pussy was still spewing out juice like it was no man’s business, and if she were a tap, I would have had to fix the leak.

"Where have you been the last couple of days? The summer heat has Amanda changing clothes more frequently than usual. Go get her some new clothes, will you?" Perhaps Jonathan noticed I was sweating, for he headed back into the room and returned with an apple. He shoved it into my hand forcefully as if to compensate me for my troubles. I lowered my gaze to hide the emotions flickering through my eyes. Jonathan and I had been married for three years, yet he couldn't seem to remember how I would break out in hives if I so much as took a bite of an apple. I produced the divorce papers and held them out to him. "Let's get a divorce."

The crimson in his eyes drained away, his pupils returning to their usual piercing gold. He gasped for air, looking down at me—disheveled, clothes torn, face streaked with tears. His pupils contracted in shock. He recoiled like he'd been electrocuted, stumbling back until he hit the glass shower door. "Elena... why is it you?" he rasped. "Cover up! Don't let me see..." I was a mess—panicked, confused, and totally lost. I knew he'd been drugged or was in some kind of induced heat, but Lyra... she had been totally submissive to his pheromones. She'd loved it. She was still inside me, begging me to go back to him for more.

— H O O R — . . . The moment, his lips come to touch and mold with mine, I become stiff in his arms out of shock and nervousness. My eyes squeeze shut all in their accord and I feel him kissing me softly with a slow yet burning passion. The kiss does not last long and he pulls back, peering open his eyes and so I do the very next moment. His pupils are dilated and his eyes are darker than usual. My heart pounds crazily inside my chest while my arms squeeze between our bodies as Zahir pulls me closer, wrapping his arms around my waist.

I am so pleased to have him this pleased with me. I know this man is going to be the death of me. I am so in love with this man. He breaks the kiss after he realizes that I am running out of breath. He looks down at my flushed face and I cannot help but whisper the desire of my heart. "Fuck me," I almost beg, swallowing hard when I notice his pupils dilating, almost covering the irises part of his beautiful eyes. They look more beautiful with darkness in them. Lust is shining in them, desires swirling around.

For the first time, I realized I might have hurt his feelings as I could see now the pain flickering in those gray obs. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before I looked back at him. I explored every tiny detail in his irises—they darkened, and it amazed me how his pupils slowly dilated at my sight. His lashes were too good to be real—they were long and thick. His eyes roamed around my face, lingering on my lips, then meeting my gaze again. My heart pounded. His breathing quickened, locking his jaw tight. “You, lucky bastard.” Oh, my god!

Just a lick from David’s tongue, though, made the trick, and I felt my arousal dripping and soaking my panties in just a few seconds. It didn’t take long for David to smell me and understand what was happening. He raised his head, sniffing around in delight, and then his eyes turned to me, staring right into my soul. Those deep blue orbs that I came to love so fiercely were almost gone. His pupils had dilated, and they were almost black, with just a rim of blue surrounding them. Zeus was present as well, I could tell, and that lustful look he had was stuck to my lips. I lowered my head to break eye contact, embarrassed at my reaction to his healing.