When He Stares Into Your Eyes In Bed Novels & Stories

His eyes locked on mine the whole time. “Look at me, Elena,” he whispered as he pushed inside me with one slow deep thrust. “I want you to see who I really am in this moment.” The eye contact felt more intimate than anything before. His thick cock stretched me gently while he moved with careful strokes. I gasped softly and held his gaze.

Her throat tightened. He lifted his head slightly so she had no choice but to look at him. His eyes locked onto hers, steady and unblinking, holding her in place with his gaze. “Every night,” he continued, his voice low and raw. “When I lay in bed...” His jaw clenched, and his hand pressed harder into the wall. “I can’t get you out of my head.” Katrina’s breathing turned shallow. Her chest rose and fell too fast. She faltered, trying to look away, but she couldn’t. He was standing too close, and his eyes were too intense for her to handle.

I knew I would be fired if I didn't come back with a good result. By the time I walked out of the company and to my car my chest was still in my head, I took a slow turn back to the place I had just left and when I looked towards his office, he stood just by the edge of the office glass looking downwards, he was watching me and even when our eyes met, he didn't look away, his gaze was calm, cold and intent, it was more like a predator looking watching its prey.

His blue eyes were glinting in the almost dark room. I gulped and pushed him aside, then stood up to remove my clothes. He lay invitingly on the bed, his eyes never leaving me for a second as he watched me with a seductive look on his face—the kind that I’ve only seen in movies. God. He seems really turned on. I can only pray that I don’t end up dead in his hands. With just my underwear left, I walked towards him and lay on the bed, accepting my fate. “Good boy. Although it turns me on when you act stubborn, I kinda like seeing you obedient.”

Was I dreaming? He fixed his piercing ocean blue eyes on me. Those eyes sparkled with a glint of wild fire casting fierce heat into my entire being. I hadn't seen a lot of attractive men in my life but this man was hypnotizing me just by staring at me. He walked closer until he was two feet away from the bed. I hesitantly blinked and it suddenly looked like he had become even more gorgeous than a second ago.

First Person’s Perspective Elena All the heat in my body rushed to my face. I froze. His eyes—those deep, sharp eyes—were locked on me. He was lying back on the bed, one arm propped beneath his head like he was the king of this world, the other resting casually on his stomach. And he wasn’t even trying to hide that he was staring. No. He looked at me with full, unfiltered attention. Like I was the only thing in this room worth seeing. Like I was the prize he’d been waiting for.

I shiver under his touch, crying out as the feeling takes over me. He looks into my eyes as I nod in understanding. He moves away swiftly, opens the drawer, retrieves a condom, and puts it on. He looks into my eyes as he slides in, pushing further and further inside me. He grabs my hand, intertwining our fingers, and looks into my eyes as he thrusts back and forth. I close my eyes, overwhelmed by the pleasure. "Open your eyes," he says in a husky voice. I open my eyes and notice his intense stare, melting into his gaze. He moves faster, and I feel a sensation building up as he groans louder, signaling he feels it too. Sweat covers our bodies, and after a release, he collapses onto the bed.

Without glancing once in his direction I climbed into the bed and after covering myself with the duvet, I lied down in the bed with my back facing him. All the while his penetrating gaze was following each and every movement of mine. I could feel it. ‘What’s wrong with this man? Why is he staring at me as if he would eat me up the moment he gets the chance?’ I felt some rustling sounds behind me before I heard the sound of laptop being put on the table. Then I felt him lie down on the bed. ‘Just go to sleep…' I chanted in my head. My fists were clenched tight in front of me as I could still feel his eyes burning hole in my back.

He stands from the bed, getting rid of his pants like he’s in a fucking haste… My eyes widen as his cock springs free, hardened and long, and I’m suddenly wondering how in this motherfucking world that stuff actually fits into me. My thoughts are instantly replaced with him stroking his cock right in front of my face… I only stare, my face reddening. I… is staring at him even legal? Am I supposed to look away… to… characters in my books touch, right? But I can’t because that’s their man, right? And as far as Damon and I are concerned, he hasn’t put a label to this—aside from me knowing my place as his bedmate… and I’m too fucking scared to assume. My gaze doesn’t leave him as he climbs back

He looked down at her and he took her gaze in slowly, he took it all in without giving any hint, he took all her gaze in at once. Climbing to the bed, he lay there by her, she didn't stir as she looked to be deeply asleep— He didn't know if it made sense to touch her, he thought about it but was content with just looking deep in her eyes. Her eyes flips open all of a sudden, they stare hard at themselves.