Seductive Stare Novels & Stories

With a mouth, face and this splendid body, no need scheming to obtain any woman. I stay frozen on the spot, I couldn't move my arms and legs due to his gaze and his stare. I was so focus on drooling, studying and parodying this nearly extinct specimen, this awe-inspiring specimen that i didn’t even know when he move in front of me. This sex-on-leg God having dysfunctioning problems, god can’t really give everything to somebody. “Have you finish” my god even when he’s glaring he’s the personification of the word sexy. Just bedazzling.

In an attempt to kill the tension, she voiced her troubling thoughts. *** "How come you're- you're back so earl-?" She began in a small voice when she stopped cold at his intimidating stare. It told her to shut up. In moments of anger, that daunting look was ever more potent. The intensity magnified, the atmosphere seemed to tighten, and his eyes bore into hers, the subject of his displeasure with a fierceness that sent shivers down her spine. It was a stare that left an indelible mark, a testament to the commanding presence he wielded, leaving those on the receiving end to grapple with the lingering echoes of his formidable gaze.

She stared right back at him. The roam of his stare over her body affected her just as thoroughly as a real touch from anyone else would have. She should insist and go home, but right now, at this moment, she couldn’t bring herself to care about anything. And it was all because of the heat in this sexy man’s eyes and the almost audible quality of his next, slowly indrawn breath. That was lust she saw there. Pure and undisguised, unhidden by social demands or proper breeding that insisted it wasn’t polite to visibly covet a woman.

Every time he enters the room, I see that look, that sharp, lusty glint in his eyes that makes my skin crawl. He doesn't just stand and watch me. He stands right between my splayed legs, his eyes roaming over every inch of me, and he touches himself. He brings out his length, and works himself with a sickening act intensity, staring at me until he cums, the sound of his heavy breathing filling the small space. I never close my eyes. I can’t afford to. I don’t know what he would do if I looked away, if I showed him I wasn't watching the horror he was creating. So I stare. I stare until my eyes burn, until my soul feels like it’s being rubbed raw with sandpaper. It is disgusting, degrading, an

Next thing I know, I'm being dragged through his apartment and thrown on the bed. His hungry gaze drops down the length of my body as he drinks me in. And there it is… the heat that this man creates with his stare could light up the earth …. The way he looks at me and makes me feel desirable is something I’ll never forget. “Spread your legs, Rose, wide, keep those tight.” I spread my legs until I couldn’t spread them further as they caught taut on my undies.

John began but Kevin gestured him to sit down; his gaze still stuck on the stage, still stuck on her. Kevin watched as her body moved with breathtaking elegance, the little girls following her beat by beat, copying her actions. With each stride she took, the passion was visible. Her movements were expressive. The breeze picked up the next second and ruffled her skirt a bit. The silk began flowing rhythmically and showed her thick thighs. His gaze roamed her figure. But what caught his attention the most was her face which glowed as the spotlight fell on it, giving the man a clear view of her sharp features. Big sparkling eyes. He couldn't figure out the color though because of the distance,

he murmured as I stared mesmerized. "Just how long has it been, I have longed so badly for you," he said as I tried to contain my leaping heart. His breath was shaky as he spoke, making me go insane. I caught my hand touching his face, his lips mesmerized at how pink it had gotten. Full and plop lips I don't want to stop kissing him. His stare had turned completely sexual, his eyes covered in lust with a very compelling stare down while he still held me close. Just that stare alone made me want to throw shame away and that is exactly what I am about to do.

The sheer intensity of his dark stare was suffocating, the pupils so dilated they completely swallowed the irises, reflecting the blinding white glare of the spotlight like two bottomless voids of pure, predatory obsession. It wasn't the look of a boyfriend or a past lover, it was the heavy, ancient gaze of an alpha prince who had just realized that the girl he had discarded was a valuable asset on his board. The dark look carried a terrifying promise of total reclamation, a silent warning that he knew every single one of my vulnerabilities from Oakhaven and that he intended to drag me back into his submission by any means necessary.

I stared down shyly, He fixed his gaze at me smiling seductively. I can’t wait to be called Mrs. Nickel Alexander Gosh!! I walked down the aisle strolling towards him as he kept his gaze on mine. He seem lost in thought as he stared at me lustfully. I just smiled back admiring his looks also. I finally got to where he was and he curved his arms still staring at me. I placed my hands in between his arms smiling. “You look so beautiful,” I heard him say.

He looked up lazily at first—as if the sound had mildly distracted him—but the instant his eyes landed on me, his posture froze completely. His pupils dilated. His lips parted just barely. His hand, which had been resting casually on the sofa, curled slowly into a fist. He stared. He kept staring. Not blinking. Not breathing. Just staring at me as if the room had tilted, as if he was seeing something he didn’t expect, something he couldn’t look away from. There was something dark in his gaze. Something hungry. Something unmistakably male. And for the first time ever, I saw lust—hot, unfiltered lust—in Frederick’s eyes.