Sultry Slanted Eyes Novels & Stories

Monica's blush deepened as her eyes rolled everywhere except fixating on Sly. Sly noticed her discomfort and wanted by every means to get her used to him. It was due to such situations that she might cause another embarrassing moment. "Look at me Monica, trust me, I won't take advantage of you but I just want us to make this work okay?" Sly's tone was soft and convincing. She felt relaxed and slowly, her brownish-green eyes met his light green ones. Her stomach flipped as her heart rate increased the sound in her ears.

REIGN I gazed at Cora as she struggled to come up with an answer to my question. I found myself mesmerized by the way her long and velvety lashes moved up and down while she blinked. Her brows were thick but shaped like the crescent moon. Her eyes were like pools of deep enchanting hazel, reflecting warmth and mystery. Her lips, a shade of delicate rich pink, ignited the fire within me, making me want to taste them all over again. The contours of her face were gracefully sculpted, with a gentle curve of a smile that added an extra layer of allure, creating a captivating blend of elegance and charm.

Blonde hair that caught the light in shades of gold, sharp features softened by a half-smile, and eyes, piercing, a shade of steel-blue that felt both dangerous and inviting. Lily froze for a heartbeat too long, her throat suddenly dry. Handsome wasn’t even the word; he looked carved, as though a careless god had decided to sculpt trouble and drop it right in her path.

ELIAS My heart skipped every other beat as I gazed into her eyes. That unique, mesmerizing mix of green and brown would never cease to fascinate me. They were wide with surprise, trailing down from my face to my arms holding her up and then to her exposed breasts. And then they narrowed into dangerous slits.

From across the room, his gray eyes caught the fire, shimmering like polished silver under the dim, ambient glow. They were the kind of eyes that drew you in, deep and enigmatic, holding a world of untold stories within their cool depths. His gaze was both piercing and gentle, exuding a quiet confidence that was hard to ignore. Framed by dark lashes, his gray eyes stood out in striking contrast against his well-defined features, adding an air of mystery and allure that made it difficult for anyone to look away. “Like what you see?”, he asked with a smirk. “Just as much as you like what you see”, she replied with a teasing smile.

He looked sharp as ever in the white shirt and black trousers he wore, though his expression carried a seriousness that matched the gravity of their situation. Susan was shattered by the pure impact of his potent dark beauty on her senses. His straight ebony brows highlighted the brooding dark depth of his spectacular eyes that were enhanced by inky black lashes. The strong blade of his arrogant nose bisected high cheekbones, throwing into prominence a strong masculine jaw and a perfectly modelled wide sensual mouth. One glance at his lean, dark, dazzlingly handsome face and her mouth ran dry and her breath shortened in her throat as if an electric shock had gone through her. His natural gra

He looked sharp as ever in the white shirt and black trousers he wore, though his expression carried a seriousness that matched the gravity of their situation. Susan was shattered by the pure impact of his potent dark beauty on her senses. His straight ebony brows highlighted the brooding dark depth of his spectacular eyes that were enhanced by inky black lashes. The strong blade of his arrogant nose bisected high cheekbones, throwing into prominence a strong masculine jaw and a perfectly modelled wide sensual mouth. One glance at his lean, dark, dazzlingly handsome face and her mouth ran dry and her breath shortened in her throat as if an electric shock had gone through her. His natural gra

Somehow they were erotic, too, more so than kinky stiletto heels. His gaze leapt back to her fascinating face as she came nearer. A slight dimple in her chin, a sultry full-lipped mouth, straight nose, angled cheekbones that highlighted the unusual shape of her eyes, more triangular than almond, amber irises, glinting golden between their black frame of thick lashes. Cat's eyes, he thought, but they didn't conjure up the image of some tame domestic cat, more an infinitely dangerous panther, capable of clawing him apart.

“I always blushed after and during sex. Don’t tell me you do too?” She just shrugged. “Maybe.” And then that dream, like some living monster alive within her, clawed into her mind once more, images playing and flashing. ‘Hold my eyes,’ he commanded softly. His eyes were so green and bright and full of passion. And then they were yellow. ‘Just keep looking at me, my Slave.’ Sasha cringed, especially when those same eyes were smiling down at her as well.

He pushed himself up to meet my gaze, his eyes sparkling with desire. “What?” he asked. “Don't stop,” I replied. A sly smirk crossed his lips, and his eyes glittered with mischief. My eyes remained hooked to the mesmerizing blue of his gaze sucking me in. I couldn't stop looking at them. They were dangerous, those eyes, and they were about to drown me in their ecstatic wonder.