Sultry Slanted Eyes Novels & Stories

I picked up my phone to make a video record, 30 seconds into the recording, my phone was snatched from behind me, so I turned over to meet the gaze of the annoying, stupid… Urhm… Wait… This guy is a hot shit! Look at those physique, those arms that makes his sleeved up white shirt look good and so fit on him. A few buttons are undone and you can notice his well defined upper body. When did black eyes become such a thrill? Deep Set eyes that could make you drown into all the stories it tries to hide. He looks pretty tall because I’m noticing how my head are tilted upwards as I stare at this Chocolate skinned delicacy of a man. Hold on! Selena, don’t Drool…

She understood perfectly. Bull and Sly stepped forward, shedding their robes. Their cocks were already hard, jutting out from their bodies. They were a study in contrasts. Bull’s was thick, blunt, and powerful, a club of a cock. Sly’s was longer, thinner, with that wicked upward curve designed to hit the most sensitive spots. They stood before her, their bodies tense, their eyes locked on hers.

"They see perfectly well." He turns to me, his gaze intense, piercing. "They don't see that you have the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen. A silvery gray, like a winter sky. They're full of things, you know. Sadness, yes, but also strength. A strength just waiting to blossom."

Elena's POV I forced my eyes open, staring into our reflection in the glass. My lips were swollen from earlier bites and kisses, my eyes huge and dark with lust, breasts flattened against the pane, nipples like diamonds cutting through the fog of my breath. Behind me, Alexander loomed like a god forged from shadow and sin—sharp cheekbones, tousled dark hair, eyes burning with ruthless hunger. His body was a masterpiece of hard muscle, abs flexing with every controlled breath, his cock thick and veined, poised at my entrance.

Handsome in an understated way, his basalt jaw and spartan shoulders spoke of strength. People had always remarked that his best feature was his entrancing, wayfarer-blue eyes. Sloe shaped, they could shine as bright as the evening stars when they were alight with joy. At other times, they could resemble two liquid-blue pools of flashing fire. Since the moment she had her eyes situated on him, she wanted him to touch her, to kiss her, she wanted him…so bad.

She could see the glint in those eyes, accompanied by a hint of a subtle, sly smile. Sabrina had always envied Lucille's beautiful and lively eyes.

Her angular nose and upturned lips commanded an air of respect that was all too easily given. Sylvia herself wore a gown of warm crème. It was draped over her slender figure, highlighting her long neck, and pronounced collar bones. She looked the part of Luna but could also easily pass as a high fashion runway model. Her lips curled up at the edges when she spotted me, and eyes of calculating grace scanned my form from head-to-toe.

It was fleeting, but I could clearly tell it was a glance of sordid distaste. But would you believe if I say that even his glare was beautiful? Yeah, he was that Hot. Especially his eyes. A kind of shining passionate green that the ocean turns during a storm. They were the exact glossy color of kelp on the shore, flecked with splinters of driftwood. The sclerae that surrounded them were pristine, untouched by dark flakes. I wouldn't mind being glared at, if they were these pair of eyes.

Tiana laughed, throwing her head back. Her dark, unruly curls flew back over her shoulders, sparkling as they caught the warm, golden reflections of the floating tea light candles. Her high cheekbones were flushed a beautiful, deep rose from the copious amounts of Sauvignon Blanc, and her dark brown eyes sparkled like starlight, filled with mesmerising golden flecks. I felt like I could easily lose myself in those eyes forever.

Lucian The rise and fall of her chest was captivating in her fitted blouse. Her wide neck offered a glimpse that made my body tense, while her dark vibrant curls tumbled over her shoulders, her bronz skin, and her eyes dark as night were promising me excitement. Layla smiled innocently and simply questioned, “What….”