When You Feel My Heat Look Into My Eyes Novels & Stories

When she releases a deep moan, I gently break the kiss and rest my forehead on hers. “Leera, baby, can you hear me?” I ask as I place one hand on each side of her head, so that she'll make eye contact with me. Very hooded, heavily glazed eye contact, but it's the best we've got right now. “Baby, this is called your heat. I know you photographed animals with your parents. Are you familiar with animals in heat?” The haze seems to lighten its grip on her for the moment, and I can see the wheels turning in her head before she squeaks out, “I, uh, y-yeah, I remember.”

Back then, I didn’t have anyone left to hold me like this. When we finally pull away, her eyes are red but shining. She blows her nose loudly into a hanky, trying to compose herself. “Alright. Enough tears. I’ll tell you everything you need to know about Heat. I can tell you’re lost.” She chuckles wetly, shaking her head. Relief swells in my chest. I smile. “I’d really appreciate that.” “Heat typically lasts three to five days,” she explains, shifting into her lecture tone. “During that time, your pheromones surge, your senses sharpen, your body literally heats up, and—” she hesitates, eyeing me— “you’ll feel… intense urges.”

This is not a good idea. “W-what are you doing?” I asked and looked at him. Our eyes met, and I felt that unexplainable feeling again in my body. My stomach is churning, and my body temperature is starting to rise. Someone can get water and boil it at this point. His gaze traveled down to my lips and back to my eyes again. It’s like he’s mirroring what I am feeling at this very moment. “You’ve got something on your face.” It left me in awe, and I became silent for a minute. Am I expecting something? No.

“What’s wrong?” “I thought this morning I had a bit of a fever, but then it was gone. And I gave felt normal all day, until we were in the office and I felt it again. But then it was gone again, until now. And now I am not do sure it is a fever, I think it is because I am close to you.” I whisper, and he looks at me a little, but then I see it in his eyes, realization, and he sniffs in the air. “You are going into heat.” He says not as a question.

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.

I'm so much in love with those mixed blue eyes it's like they light up my world. I could perceive his scent that filled up the room. And I noticed his pheromones were being released as his heat was coming up again. Which made me quickly run to his side on the bed. "Your heat is coming up again". I said to him "Really?". He asked, surprised.

He was giving me a hard time, and I was doing everything I could to show him he could come up to me. It was like an open call, like a fire lit. His eyes warmed me. First, I felt my cheeks catch fire, then this heat spread throughout my body, burning it. I returned to my standing position and his two deep orbs glowed brighter. As if telling me what to do, I brought my hand to my bare chest and took a long, slow breath.

My fingers find my clit and I moan, feeling my insides quicken. I keep my finger circling my clit, feeling the heat die down slightly when I realise what this is. Heat. I’m in heat! But how we all mated and marked each other days ago, why has it come now? I feel my body shudder as another wave comes over me and I want to scream feeling my blood boiling over. The intense heat leaves me gasping for air, my vision blurring with darkness. With a sense of urgency, I remove my finger and desperately start swimming towards the safety of the shore.

'I want you to look at me, Slave,' he says. My back stiffens, and he notices. I shake my head softly, declining his demand. I haven't stared into his eyes since the moment I found out we were mates months ago. 'I want to see your eyes,' he says. Why does he want to see my eyes? Why does he want to look at me at all? I become curious and slowly look up, making instant eye contact with him. We stare silently into each other's eyes for a moment, and something strange happens. I feel a warm energy flow through my arms, and my hands emit a glow.

Those tender expressions written on his face made me feel like he was waiting for me to do something to him. "Why are you gazing at me like that?" I asked him, feeling a bit shy when I realized that his eyes were sparkling with lust. "You're not going to do it with me here..." I gulped, thinking about the two who were in the same room as us. "Are we seriously going to release our heat in a place where there are dead bodies around us?" I continued my query.