The Gaze 소설 & 이야기

She held his gaze, afraid of his next move. Placing his palms firmly beside her head, he leaned in while his gaze roved over her features. He shamelessly drank her in, devouring every detail of her face. But it wasn't just admiration, it was possession. He was unraveling her with his stare. The intensity of it made her want to hide somewhere. But then his eyes dipped to her lips, bringing her heart to a momentary halt. His gaze lingered, darkening with something dangerous, something feral. She gulped before parting her trembling lips, "Si..."

Only a priest's prayers could ensure that Daeleen received my eyes. Onlookers expressed envy, and some were even moved to tears by Samuel's devotion to Daeleen. What they did not know was that the romantic Capo they were admiring had plucked out his own wife's eyes, and that the owner of the eyeballs on display were now lying on a bed, staring into nothing but darkness. There was no painkiller being administered. All the moans from the pain left me panting for air, with only the ventilator to keep me from suffocating.

ZANE I saw the glow of her golden eyes before I saw her. The two golden orbs shone through the pitch blackness like the sun, birghtening my face and making the shock on my face more visible. I tried to move my hands but it was as if her eyes had taken my body captive and I stood as still as a statue, entranced by her eyes which glowed better than the moon. My heart thumped as her eyes slowly traveled over my body their gaze leaving a trail of heat on my naked flesh causing my breath to hitch a little bit whenever her golden gaze went lower and lower until I finally stopped breathing altogether as her eyes fell on my total nakedness.

And he sees it right to close the door behind him as he strides in. There is only a very tiny gap separating our bodies, and our eyes are intimate, browsing through to the bottom of most parts. The gaze is intense. It is perplexing how his eyes look so bleak and deep, but they are expressing a softness that is so luring. They look like a combo of iciness, vulnerability, and misery.

That gaze bore through her. Sarah looked at the source of the gaze, and her heart did a flip. That gaze belonged to Adrian, who was at the very back of his line. And that gaze was one of questions. He was asking her if she was alright with his gaze. For some reason Sarah could understand it. Because it wasn't cold but just felt unnatural.

she muttered. She rolled her eyes at every man present there. She was reading them with the details worn by them. "Hmm! the watch was released as a limited edition." Her eyes were engraved on a guy surrounded by girls. "Popular among girls but the ring glittering in his hand says he is already engaged... Next!" her thoughts were changing shapes often.

Gone was the warmth and tenderness she had once found in his gaze, replaced now by an icy glare filled with anger and resentment. "Zakariah," she whispered his name, her voice barely audible above the silence that enveloped them. She could feel the weight of his gaze upon her, his eyes boring into her with an intensity that made her heart race. It was as if he could see straight through her, peering into the depths of her soul with a scrutiny that left her feeling exposed and vulnerable.

The brightness of them made me swallow, but the intensity gleaming from them in the midday sun had me paralyzed. His gaze—it was that crazy flurry of snow falling at midnight. It was the rough crash of a wave in a storm. The first bloom of a flower at spring. It was the thing that makes you stop and stare with amazement, and fear threading through the awe you feel at something so special, so unique. His gaze was the thing that renders you powerless, amazed, catatonic with delight. His touch was hot, his stare hotter, but I didn’t back down. I wouldn’t back down. I was not a groupie whore. I was a woman who deserved his respect for no other reason than the fact I had never done anything to lo

It is a rawer, more direct gaze, charged with avid curiosity and awakened possession. Chapter 6: Deep Waters 2 Béatrice He says nothing at first. His gaze scans my body, slowly, meticulously, as if inventorying it in the harsh light of the bathroom. He tracks the pink marks left by his hands on my hips, by his mouth on my neck, the places where my skin, rubbed too vigorously, has become scarlet. Under this scrutinizing gaze, my body, which I wanted to clean, purify, ignites again. A violent heat, totally independent of my will, rises from my lower belly, spreading in shockwaves to the tips of my breasts which harden, betraying my desire despite myself.

God, just the sight of his cock, remembering all the things it made me feel last time, has a shiver racing through my body. I reach the bed, climb onto it, lie on my back, and watch him come toward me. His eyes roam up and down my body until he's crawling onto the bed between my legs. He hovers over me, his eyes staring into mine. His eyes alone are like some type of sex, like they enter me and never let go, grabbing me to him until he's ready to let me go, until he's ready to look away. Because his gaze makes me feel like it's wrong to look away first.