Turn Your Angel Eyes My Way Novels & Stories

' His words echoed through my mind, a present echo of a distant past. And there it was. Another memory, a heavy breath caught mid-chest, stealing the air from my lungs. His lips brushed against my forehead, leaving a lingering touch. "I long to witness that version of you once more," he confessed. I shut my eyes in response to his words, his arms coiling more securely around my waist, creating a comforting enclosure. "Look into my eyes, my Angel. Please, grace me with those captivating green eyes of yours," he urged. 'Rebecca, meet my gaze.'

CALI'S POV I ran and I did not stop till I got home. Immediately I got home, I went straight to my room after locking my door and making sure no one was following me. I pulled off my clothes and took an immediate shower. As the warm water ran down my face to my body, I relaxed but I kept seeing a pair of familiar gold eyes. Ares. My mate. I knew he was right because I felt exactly what my mum said I would feel. Fire. My body was on fire around him. I turned off the shower but I still couldn't get his scent off me.

I’m standing here, naked, completely exposed, and my insecurities crash over me like a tidal wave. “Stop,” he whispers, stepping behind me. “Look at me. Focus on me.” His voice is calm, but it commands attention. He pulls me back against his chest, my back pressed into him as we stand in front of the mirror. My eyes widen in horror and quickly remove from the mirror. “Yes, you have to look in it,” he says softly, his lips brushing my ear. “Every time you look at yourself and see something you don’t like, we’re going to fix it. And every time you succeed, you earn an orgasm.” I shake against him, my heart thudding painfully in my chest. “Eyes on the mirror, Angel. You can choose where you loo

I spread my legs with my knees bent, and push my hands down from my neck to my breasts. My head is thrown back so our eyes are still locked. I then move my hands to my inner thighs and down to my knees. “You’re killin me here Angel.” Ace breaths. I smirk at the reaction I’m getting from him. I push up off the floor and stand, making sure to stick my ass out so she has a full view. I then sit on the edge of the stage and straddle my legs around her waist. She groans as I run my hands down her chest and give her a wink. I inch closer to her face until our lips graze.

"Sir Mark, since you are so good to me, I would like to tell you her secret. If one day you will finally meet Calla, and you see that she's not your type, do not look directly at her eyes." "Her eyes?" I repeated, wondering what sense there was in avoiding her eyes. "Yes," Cynthia looked straight at me, collecting my full attention. "She can win any man she fantasizes through her eyes." "What do you mean?" I asked, not realizing both my hands were gripping the edge of the table as I glued my eyes on her. To my frustration, she smiled and shook her head. "I'm sorry, sir. This is not the right time to tell you about it."

She was so frustrated after seeing her again and then losing her. "Lady, who are you?" Angela asked in the dim light, "And what exactly do you expect from me?" She reflected on the situation. She then noticed something. It was initially serene, which she mistook for a breeze. She later realized it was controlled muffled crying. It was emanating from the forbidden veranda. She took a step back, shaken. The wind blew coldly against her skin, making her want to run, but as the crying became clearer, she recognized the voice.

Suddenly, I feel docile eyes watching me. I lift my head to find a blue-eyed angel staring at me. Angelic turns my gray day into a shower of flowers. Her gaze penetrates my soul, and tears my problems and illnesses with her hands. I feel comfort flooding me. -"Hi," she greets. Oh baby, if you knew how happy I am to see you, you would run into my arms and we would lose ourselves in each other, inside this office.

I could hear the echoes of the gasp she would make, the rush of pain that would be forgotten as the intense pleasure of it all would hit us. 'Mine.' I had to adjust myself before she turned around, any hope I had of not being hard all night long was lost. When she turned around I was in even more trouble. This Angel of mine was staring at me like she had been corrupted in the best way. Her light sea-coloured eyes were travelling over my features and the way she was licking her lips at me, with her arousal getting thick in the air, had me hanging from the ledge of self-control by a very thin thread.

His thick brows and eyebrows made him incredibly attractive and his blue eyes gave him an angelic look. "Can we get a romantic pose!" Another asked. "Very well requested,"Antonio replied, he turned and winked at Angela, this certain gesture made her curious about his next move. He leaned closer and down to her height, his blue eyes lightening as he mocked her with them. Angela's heart raced; she knew she had to stop him before it got too late. "What do you think you are doing?" Angela said between clamped teeth, her tummy tightened,suddenly she felt her inside burning and beads of sweat summoned on her forehead.

"Angel" "I want to see you play with yourself" "I..." "Don't say a word, Angel." He pushed back the wet locks of hair that was getting in her face. " Just be obedient and touch yourself like I touch you" Ethel hand slid down her wet body and she found her clit, hard and engorged with want and lust. She rubbed on it gently and her eyes fluttered to a closure in the pleasure of it. "Open your eyes, Angel" his husky, deep voice ordered.