Pria Menatap Mata Wanita Novels & Stories

My eyes widened in shock as I stared at them. Kia? I looked at the other woman. Her head was pure white, her eyes blazing red, and something about her told me she was more than a human, involuntarily noticing her beauty. I frowned, snapping my gaze to Kiara who didn’t even notice me as she pushed open the hospital door rushing into the room.

"Its impossible to not stare. Have you seen yourself? You look more beautiful than the woman on your right." Avatia's heart sunk low at the thought of another woman on the rooftop, she was about to turn and see the woman but Dreidan stopped her. "Don't look now, she'll notice you're staring. I bet people have been looking at her all night. So look slowly, princess." The disappointment Avatia felt was too strong. How dare Dreidan compare her to another woman? She was still turning discreetly and slowly to see the bitch. "You're almost there...just turn a little more, princess, you're gon see her."

Really bothersome! These cat-eyed woman widened her eyes in all directions. She shakes the glass she was holding in such a sexy movement. Around her so many men who were staring at her with hungry and savage gazed, ready to pounce on Amanda at any time. But, the woman was not affected at all. She continued to sip her drink slowly. When she turned her body, facing the several tables that had been behind her, it was filled with young entrepreneurs who Amanda was quite familiar with, because their faces often appeared on television news.

Ria stepped in front of Areiza to protect her before she slapped the woman hard across her face. The woman let out a scream before she took a step back covering her cheek. “Areiza is pregnant and if you still value your life, then you had better, not lay a finger on her.” Ria warned the woman, biting her lip with a scarily cold look in her eyes.

She’s standing by the beach, bathing in the heat provided by the sun. A lady officer is watching her from a close distance. Must be to protect or to prevent her from running. Matt is walking beside me like I asked. I can’t do this alone and I need someone to pull strength from if I needed to. “Priya.” I stood beside her, gazing at what she’s staring at. I’m expecting her to talk trash like she did all these months ago. But her response stunned me beyond words. She didn’t say anything, no; I felt her arms around me.

That surprises me. In the version I imagined, she looked away. Shame does that ..... it turns the eyes down, sideways, anywhere that is not the direct line of what you did. But Priya looks at me. Straight, full, without flinching. The dark circles. The thin coat. The single suitcase she has left by the door. All of it visible, offered, not hidden. "I didn't know where else to go." she replies. I say nothing.

Mia said. “Your face,” Priya said. “I know,” Mia said. “I saw it before you did,” Priya said. “I know,” Mia said. Priya held her gaze in the mirror. “Look at where the face went,” she said softly. Mia looked at herself. At the specific quality of a face that had arrived somewhere. “Yes,” she said. Priya put her arm around her briefly. The Priya gesture — fierce and brief and entirely meaning everything. “Come on,” Priya said. “The mountain is waiting.”

I was somewhere, waiting for you to arrive, and you took your time, and that was alright, and now you are here and the door is closed and I have only one thing to say which is that the room has been warmer than I knew how to tell you and I am very glad you came in. Priya, she heard, from the second row. She turned enough to see. Priya was not crying, which surprised her, until she saw that Priya had both hands pressed flat against her own face and had apparently decided that if she did not move anything the structural integrity would hold. It was not holding, but she was trying.

Who had worn Marta’s face into the lodge this morning and sat at our table and listened to every word we said with cold grey eyes behind borrowed warmth and then walked back out and reported to someone who was not Caius and was not Sera and was not anyone we had named yet. I looked at the person standing between Priya’s warriors. They were not bothering with Marta’s face anymore. It had dropped the moment Priya brought them into the meadow, like a coat shrugged off, and what remained was a woman of indeterminate age with grey eyes and no expression and the particular stillness of someone who has been caught and has already moved past the catching into whatever calculation comes next. She was

I’m just a man with two beautiful, wet women who are begging for everything I have. "Yes! Just like that!" Ria screams, her body shaking as she hits a peak. She’s clenching so hard around my head I can barely breathe, her pussy pulsing and weeping all over my face. I can feel the tremors running through her thighs, her knees shaking against my shoulders.