Prolonged Eye Contact Novels & Stories

“I hate men.” “Specific man or generally?” “Very specific.” Lila made a knowing sound. “What did Mason do?” “Nothing,” I muttered bitterly. “That’s literally the problem.” She blinked once. “Oh, you’re deep in it.” “I’m not in anything.” “You’re upset because a hockey player stopped emotionally staring at you for forty-eight hours.” “That sounds fake when you say it out loud.” “Because it is fake. Normal people don’t spiral over eye contact.” I glared at her while she laughed softly under her breath.

Looking directly at me and not through me and not past me. "Don't look away " I said. "I won't " she breathed. "I promise Alpha I won't—" "Good," I. Went deeper. She cried out. Her eyes stayed on mine. I held that eye contact like it was the solid thing in the room. She was loud and unguarded and completely present. I worked her through two orgasms before I let myself go. She came apart under me both times with her eyes on mine and her hands gripping whatever part of me she could reach. When I finally followed I stayed there for a moment. Just breathed.

I could recall this day and I knew everything that happened but there was going to be a slight change this time. Breakfast was going well— for them. The sound of utensils clashing against the plates as we ate filled the air. My eyes flicked between the two of them, I noticed something— the eye contact, the way they smiled, the way their eyes lingering Just a second too long. Irritation built up in my gut. I knew that they knew that they had me just exactly where they wanted me to be—in the dark.

I wanted to see what he will do with that,with a woman who doesn’t often for him. It took about twenty minutes. I was in a conversation with two women,when I felt I was being watch by someone who's really focused on me. I didn't turned immediately,I finished my conversation before turned. Michael Raymond was looking at me from across the room directly,not glancing. Our eyes met. I held his gaze for about three seconds,then I went back to my conversation as though he wasn't there. Behind me,I could still feel his eyes on me. Good. Let him watch. I accepted a glass of champagne from a passing server and continued my conversation.

His proximity sent shivers down Georgina's spine, and she remained silent, unable to find her voice amidst her growing terror. Marcelo maintained his piercing eye contact with Georgina, his gaze unwavering as he stood mere inches away from her. "That is what I thought," Marcelo finally spoke, his words laced with a mixture of superiority and disdain. The prolonged moment of eye contact seemed to confirm his control over her.

I keep repeating these two phrases to myself to keep myself under control. When we pull back, she makes eye contact with me and winks. I wink right back.

Dark eyes steady and unreadable and when they meet mine he doesn’t look away, just holds the eye contact for one beat too long before dropping back to his screen like nothing happened. I drink my water and go sit in the armchair across from him. This is fine. We’re two adults in a living room. Kai will be back in an hour. I just have to survive one hour. Edmund scrolls his phone. I look at my own. Five minutes pass in silence that feels anything but silent because every thirty seconds or so I feel his eyes on me and every time I look up he’s just a fraction too slow looking away. It keeps happening. Over and over. His gaze landing on me like a hand on my shoulder, warm and deliberate, gone t

After my eyes were plucked out, I lay on the operating table with two empty sockets on my face, resembling that of a broken doll. Samuel Sterling felt no guilt. He picked up my eyes to examine them and praised them, saying, "Daeleen was right. These really are a beautiful pair of eyes! I promised you, Daeleen. I will make all your wishes come true." As the anesthesia's effect slowly wore off, I could not help but cry out in pain. Samuel finally turned his attention to me as if blaming me for interrupting his memories of Daeleen.

And he won't get tired to do this. When the meeting had begun, none of them could focus on the one who was highlighting the points of the meeting at the front. They were close both of them that time, just sitting in front and behind each other; enough for Lorcan to run his hand on her hair. Without realizing he was doing that and Elysian's surprising big eyes were already looking at him. Lorcan halted on his movement as both of them held their eye-contact long, both drowning in each other's eyes.

I would show him now that everyone had a say in their own lives and his wouldn’t be permanent. I did my very best to look very confident while making sure to not stare into his eyes because one thing was for sure, if I dared look into his eyes, I would lose control of myself. For some reason, his eyes always weakened me when I had direct contact with them and I wasn’t willing to let myself go, at least not to easily.