Romans & histoires When You Feel My Heat Look Into My Eyes

I stuttered, my hands trembling now. The anger in his eyes pointed towards only one thing. Alarms were blaring in my head, screaming that he might have figured out who I was, at last. My throat dried. I wet my lips with my tongue again, only to have his eyes follow that movement with that searing, hot stare which was threatening to melt me into a puddle. His body was heated. Even when we were not pressed together, I could sense the heat rolling off him in waves. There was an urge under my skin to feel that heat against mine, to bring him closer, to get his scent deeper into my senses.

"I saw the look in your eyes. Like you were recalling the waters from a past time." I let out a silent chuckle, and our gazes remained connected till I could feel that heat building in me again, starting from my neck and then down in the pit of my tummy. It equally started up in my core between my crossed legs stretched out on the beach chair while I blinked constantly and put more and more focus into not letting my breath pattern change in the slightest. Watching Ian, I knew that he could feel everything that I felt right now too.

I'm sure I locked it. He was looking at me intensely. He didn't say anything for a while. I didn't dare to look into his eyes. He was holding a dish of food. But he just stood there not moving. I hesitantly looked at him and found him looking at my body. My cheeks heat up from his scrutinizing gaze. My shirt was still wet. I put my arms at my chest to cover it. That moved his attention directly to my eyes. And I lowered my gaze. He smirked and said

My body instantly reacts to those thoughts and the burning desire intensifies. Ashton suddenly opens his eyes, as if he sensed my gaze lingering on him. My cheeks flush a deep crimson in embarrassment, warmth spreading across my face. The flickering reflection of the fire dances in his eyes, which glint with a heated intensity as he watches me. For a moment, I find myself unable to look away, feeling as if under a spell, completely captivated by his penetrating gaze that seems to see right through me.

He looks up when I make an odd sound in the back of my throat. My cheeks heat. It’s not that I’m embarrassed, I’m so fucking turned on I can barely breathe. His pupils dilate as he watches me. He fixates on my eyes. His see everything—every shiver, every harsh breath, every ounce of need pulsing through me. His are now hot with fire ready to combust too.

But my eyes stopped at a very hot sight. Aww that is so beautiful. The sight is so breathtaking that I always want to see this. Forever... I forgot about my pain, my period, and my cramps… “I can see this every time…. There he is, my hot and delicious husband in his sexy Glory. He is MINE. "Kill off evil eyes”, I thought And finally, our eyes collided, and the heat started flowing through my whole body. I blushed. Shit, he is hot damn hot.

I've only slept with one person and sex didn't even feel this good, it left me wondering what sex would feel like with August. August looked me in the eye and sniffed the air again, the colour of his eyes started changing again and he cussed. “Fuck, your heat is about to start.”

I already felt it once, what was one more foolish decision? “Sorry, but I need you to put that into words.” “Yes,” I breathed. “Let us fuc—get intimate.” He nodded once, but did not move. Those deep, penetrating eyes that saw too much remained locked on me. That stare felt as physical as touch. Was it really this warm in here, or was I going into heat? Panic tried to scratch its way up my spine, but I dismissed it instantly. No. This was not a heat-kind of warmth. It was not feral, violent, and demanding, just a steady simmer that made the cool air feel heavier.

Diana His gaze locks onto me, and the sheer force of it sends a shiver down my spine. It’s primal, unrelenting, and utterly consuming. I feel pinned in place by those glowing eyes, my body frozen as heat coils low in my stomach. My breathes come out heavy as I clench my thighs tight. Liquid heat drenching my panties.

"I think you might be going into heat." She looked at me with wide eyes. "What? But I've never gone into heat before." "It can happen," I said. "Especially after emotional or physical stress. And you've been through a lot lately." She considered this. "So that's why I feel like this?" "Probably," I said. "Heat makes you more sensitive and more desperate for physical contact. It can last a few days." She groaned. "A few days?" I couldn't help but smile a little. "We'll get through it."