Seductive Stare Novels & Stories

He obviously wanted me to know that he knew I was staring at him. Oops! There was a caught. I stared around the room and saw that everyone else had their attention on us. I shook my head and looked down shyly. "Look at me." He said in a raspy voice. I slowly looked up. "You can stare at me all day if you want baby, I'm down for it." He said seductively. I flushed, my cheeks burned and I was sure I looked as red as a tomato. He leaned in and kissed me on my cheeks and close to my lips.

Deeply staring into my eyes is a pair of the darkest sets of sapphire blue that​ I have ever seen and a set of lips smirking devilishly towards me. Just staring at him takes my breath away. I cannot seem to move or speak. My legs and arms become paralyzed. I probably look like a fucking fool. What the hell! This is freaking embarrassing! Why can't I break from his stare? He strums his finger across his parted lips and watches me with amusement.

He has a sad expression on his face as he looks at me. When he takes a step closer, my gaze is drawn to him. He is staring down at me with an intense gaze. Under his intense gaze, my body squirmed. He takes a step closer to me. "MINE!" he growls possessively, sending shudders down my clitoral. I could feel heat coming from his body, and his aroma was enticing. His hot breath fanning on my neck causes goosebumps to form. He cups my face, sending electric shocks through my body.

As he turned to face me, I averted my gaze and continued to brush my hair, getting rid of the knots between them, and pretending I wasn't staring at him a second ago. He made no pretense of courtesy, making himself comfortable on his, our, bed, and watching me with an unsettling intensity. His eyes moved up and down my body, like he was drinking me in, sultry swimming in his eyes. It was as if his gaze sought to undress me, to uncover the vulnerabilities I desperately clung to. I met his eyes in the mirror, trying to mask my discomfort with indifference. I did not let my gaze falter as I held his gaze, refusing to look bothered by his intense stares.

Is it really true that he has moved on already? "Yeah. Only I can answer that. And don't you ever say that I still haven't moved on yet. You know nothing." He was staring deeply into my eyes. There is something on his stare. Something I can't even explain. I wanted to avoid my gaze but my eyes were manipulated by his own eyes. I couldn't move even if I wanted to. The strong force from him is pulling me. His stare is like gravity that makes me fall towards him.

Delicious indeed. “Stacey,” he gurgles, clutching at his throat with bulging eyes. But it’s the twisted glint in his gaze that sets me on edge. I grasp his chin firmly, forcing him to meet my steely stare. “you turn mate, sink those pretty white teeth of yours into my neck,” I purr, grinding my body down onto his with a hint of disappointment as I find him unaroused beneath me. But this isn’t a romantic setting - I’ll let it slide just this once.

Rubbing another towel from his hair, he threw it in a room somewhere. His eyes looked straight into my eyes with his intense gaze, not breaking eye contact. His eyes contain lust and desire in them. For a good minute he didn't move, making me nervous with his not-so pleasant intense stare. When I wasn't able to keep up with it, I slowly moved back to the headboard and he smirked.

He smiled. "I can't help it," he replied, jokingly, his hands deft despite her barbs. "You're mine to see, wife," he said jokingly, again. Knowing it would anger her. She couldn't bear it—the loss of her cherished solitude, the stark vulnerability under his intense gaze. The weight of his stare bore down on her like a physical presence, stirring up memories and emotions she had long buried. Yet, paradoxically, with every touch, an unwanted heat flared within her, igniting a fire she thought had been long extinguished. It was as if he held the power to reignite her passions and awaken something inside her that she had forgotten existed. The air seemed to crackle with tension as they stared at

I responded, moving closer and sizing her up with a predatory gaze. “I…I, um,” she struggled to say. As I approached, I noticed her eyes instinctively drift down to the loose, open collar of my nightrobe, revealing a tempting glimpse of my toned chest. A faint blush crept across her cheeks as she realized I had caught her staring, her gaze quickly snapping back to meet mine. "Like what you see, Braveheart?" I teased, my voice low and spiked with a subtle challenge. The intensity of my stare seemed to unsettle her, and I couldn't help but feel a gush of satisfaction at the effect I was having on her.

George took a step closer, his gaze roaming over her face, drinking in the sight of her. His eyes blazed with an intensity that made her skin tingle. Luna felt a shiver run down her spine as his stare lingered on her lips. He took in every detail and his gaze felt like a caress, tracing the curve of her neck and the swell of her hips. “God, you're stunning,” he whispered, his voice low and seductive. Luna felt intimidated as he slowly walked closer to her, making her feel like a prey. Her heart raced as he looked at her with an unnerving focus and she felt exposed, vulnerable, yet unable to look away.