Ways To Describe Brown Eyes Romantically の小説・ストーリー

Why is he insisting on being friends if he is looking at me like this? “The blue of your eyes look breathtaking with the red surrounding it.” He says and if I wasn’t already red, I would most definitely be now. “It is unfair that you are this beautiful when you have cried.” He says, but he is one to speak. Even with his eyes red and puffy, he still looks tanned and sexy as fuck with his green eyes having a glossy shine to it. The blue in his eyes is lighter, making it look like the ocean and forest came together and is dancing in patterns that only they can understand.

Alessandro’s eyes held mine, like it was natural, although something quiet and unguarded flickered in their depths. ‘He has such beautiful eyes.’ I thought, staring at his honey brown irises. Then— Click. Click. Click.

And I was obsessed with chocolate brownies. She licked her lips and moaned softly. Her eyes were staring into my eyes. She had something glimmering inside her eyes. Something so shiny just like a shining full moon in the dark sky of the night. Something so deep, just like the ocean itself. She was riding me hard and fast. And yet eyes never left mine. She leaned on and licked my lips to taste me. To give her a better taste, I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out for her. She tilted her head and pulled my tongue inside her mouth, sucking it, caressing it with so much love. I just never knew she could be this much romantic.

He didn’t respond to me and he pulls me closer to him wrapping his arms around my waist. "So, are you from here?" I asked wanting to start a conversation with him. He looked down at me and nodded. "Oh, that’s great. I am also from here." I said. There was silence between us as we continued to dance. I was dying to ask him the obvious question but I wanted him to say something first before I ask the question. Wait for a while I realized he wasn’t going to talk. "What color are your wolf eyes?" I finally asked. He doesn’t answer to that and the moment it was time to switch partners, he turned me around and whispered in my ear "Brown."

Not the kind of pale that hinted at frailty but the kind that glowed. The kind that told me she was growing my baby inside of her, the kind that looked like milk and starlight and the first touch of dawn. Her profile was soft yet commanding, every feature delicately carved but impossible to ignore. And her eyes— when she blinked and shifted slightly, and I caught even a glimpse of them—they were deep brown, dark as melted chocolate, framed by lashes too thick to be real. They held a whole lot of things even when fixed on something as simple as the sea. I could get drunk on the way they flickered with emotion even in stillness.

Forever and ever. His eyes. My Brandon's beautiful gray eyes that must have hint of the mixed color of silver and blue bore into mine showing me the true definition of his words. They must be soft, caring, possessive, protective and the final emotion that has always been there. Love. So much love. Eyes of love. And what made me sink deeper into his warm and naked body was the fact that his eyes of love would always be directed to me. I owned them. They were already mine and mine alone. Suddenly I felt a desire to see his eyes, I wished to see the love in them for me. I know his eyes must be the most beautiful.

The one he'd done a poor job of not thinking about for the last hour? "Gemologist?" Mikhail forced himself to sound neutral. "Oh yes. A succulent little creature with the biggest brown eyes and legs that go on for days, as the Americans say. I'd love to have them wrapped around my hips, if you understand my meaning." Randolph grinned wickedly. Brown eyes? Not pale blue? So it hadn't been the woman named Piper Linwood. The small, curvy human with eyes like alexandrite, a bluish-gray that could change shade with whatever she stood close to. He'd taken one look at those eyes, and for a moment he was lost in fantasies of stripping the woman bare and draping jewels over her body. He wanted to see

In every glance, love softly blooms, A tender flame that forever consumes, Her eyes reflect the depths of feeling, With passion's touch, hearts are healing. Oh, the allure of her vibrant grace, A muse that time cannot erase, She radiates a love so true, Captivating all with eyes of green hue. For in her beauty, love finds its way, A force that brightens even the gray, With green-eyed charm and curls so fine, She is a love story that forever shines.

— In my eyes, you are — I whisper back. It looks like he’s at a loss for words. He doesn’t say anything, just keeps the eye contact, which somehow makes me happy. His eyes are chocolate-brown, like a warm cup of hot chocolate or fresh coffee. There’s a golden touch in them that gives a sweetness like caramel or honey. Sometimes they look empty, but other times they’re intense. I turn fully onto my side to get more comfortable, tucking my hands under my head. A few strands of hair fall across my face, but before I can brush them away, another hand appears.

But just when I think he's about to initiate another passionate round of sex, he looks at my lips and then refocuses on my eyes. "Brown eyes are just brown eyes, until you fall in love with someone who has brown eyes." "Smooth," I compliment with a nod, smiling as he smiles against our now touching lips. "No joke, though, it all comes down to your eyes," he tells me when we pull away, quoting the famous Dante Gabriel Rossetti. "Thank you for bringing me here, baby." "And thank you for everything else," he replies, expressing his feelings in six simple but meaningful words. But for some reason, I sense that he wants to say more.