Novel & Cerita When A Man Gazes Into Your Eyes

Mia’s Point of View The moment I looked into his eyes, it was like being hit by a thunderstorm. They were so dark, so cold, that I could feel them pierce right through me. His gaze was intense, unwavering, like he was studying every detail of my existence. I flinched and quickly lowered my eyes, scanning the floor, desperate to avoid the weight of his stare. How can someone be this handsome and yet have eyes so devoid of warmth? How could anyone have eyes that could freeze a person in place? The more I thought about it, the more I wondered: Is he even human?

I conclude, my eyes locked onto his intense blue gaze. Our eyes lock, a silent standoff between us. He pulls me closer, his face contorted with anger. His hands grip my ass, sending a rush of adrenaline through me. My heart races, the heat of the moment rising within me. I gulp, unable to tear my gaze away from his piercing blue eyes. His wet black hair falls in disarray over his forehead, adding to his intense look. It should scare me, but instead, it sends delicious shivers down my spine. Without hesitation, my arms instinctively find their way to his shoulders, and my legs wrap around his waist. His gaze remains unwavering, his eyes boring into mine. I can't help but feel a mix of excitem

I’m still submerged in thoughts as the lean and tall man turns his head to look at me, his blood-red eyes piercing through my soul. “Move!”

But I nod anyway. Mostly because it’s very hard to maintain eye contact with this man. Mostly because the longer I look into his gaze, the more I want to look—and that’s hardly appropriate. Maybe it’s because he has the most beautiful pair of eyes—the clearest shade of blue. Or maybe it’s because whenever I look into them, I see more than he’s saying. And it makes me awkward. Always. “So, are you going to bid this time?” I ask, distracting myself with the question.

It seems that humans are greatly active at night as they were during the day. I was about to cross the street when I noticed a man staring at me. His stormy eyes caught mine as I look at him, startled of his beauty. I recognized him instantly as the man I have seen when I have arrived here. He have the most beautiful face: his jaw sharp, like it was carved out of marble; and his eyes that are hidden beneath a fan of lush and thick eyelashes–mesmerize me. My heart beats fast, I couldn’t look away.

The weight of their gazes bore down on me, amplifying the turmoil within. I could see the intensity in Nate's eyes as he looked at me. They were like two pools of molten amber, glowing with a mixture of determination and longing. The flickering light from the nearby torches danced in his irises, adding an ethereal glow to their depths. There was a depth to his gaze that seemed to hold a thousand untold stories, a silent promise of a connection yet to be fully explored.

He was the kind of man who demanded respect, not because he asked for it, but because he exuded it in everything he did. I was so lost in watching him that I almost didn’t notice when the call ended. I snapped back to reality just as he slid his phone into his pocket, his dark eyes meeting mine with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. His gaze held mine, not in a rushed, distracted way, but with purpose. There was something about his eyes—something that made me feel both vulnerable and protected all at once.

His eyes bore into mine as if he was studying every detail as if he was admiring a priceless work of art. At that moment, a mixture of emotions swirled within me. I felt a flutter in my chest, a combination of excitement and nervousness. His intense gaze made me feel seen, cherished, and vulnerable all at once. It was as if he had the power to unravel the depths of my soul with just a single look.

My pussy was overflooded with juices, lust bled through my veins. He lowered his eyes to look at me. Our eyes met and an electric current surged through me. He was eyeing me with so much longing, as though he would die if I walked away from him. Our gaze locked, he bent lower until our faces were inches apart. His labored and heavy breathing hit my face as he looked deeply into my eyes. His pace increased as though fueled by our eye contact. I gasped in pain but he didn't let up. He just continued to stare at me, entranced.

The man in front of us is staring at me intensely as if he is scanning my whole personality with just his eyes. Uhm…did I do something wrong?