Novel & Cerita Dominic Sherwood Eyes

He looked deeply exhausted, his jaw shadowed by three days of coarse stubble, and his blue eyes were heavily bloodshot. It seemd that he hadn't closed his eyes since I left Sicily. The violent authority that usually made men bow seemed entirely stripped from his towering frame. "Aria," Dominic rasped. His voice cracked violently with an intense, raw emotion I had never heard from him before. He stepped closer, the scent of the winter cold and tobacco radiating from his coat. I slowly raised my head, meeting his chaotic, desperate eyes. I didn't flinch in terror, I didn't shed a tear of hurt, and I didn't feel an explosion of anger. I felt nothing.

My chest hurt I missed her too. The bedroom door opened Dominic stood there. Sweat slick on his shoulders. His chest was still heaving from his workout. A towel hung low on his hips. He was forty years old and looked better than any man half his age. His muscles were cut sharply. His skin glowed. His hair was dark and wet. But his eyes… His eyes went straight to my neck. To the marks he'd left. His jaw tightened. "You're awake, quite chatty there weren’t you?” He asked t

she said, voice shaking. Dante’s eyes stayed locked on hers. “It won’t be. Do it.” Elara lowered her heel slowly. The sharp point pressed into the middle of his thick cock. She felt the soft flesh give under the pressure. Dante’s breath hitched. “Like that?” she asked. “Harder,” he said. She ground the heel down in a slow circle. Dante’s abs tightened. His cock twitched hard under the pressure. The shaft started to thicken, blood flowing where it hadn’t in years.

She hesitated, staring at the door, then reached for the knob with a shaking hand and opened it. Dominic stood there, stripped of the power suit, of the empire he once commanded. Just a coat, a knit sweater, dark jeans—simpler than she’d ever seen him. But his eyes… his eyes were the same. Stormy. Focused. Devastating. “You have a lot of nerve,” she said. “I know.” Lana crossed her arms. “Then why are you here?” He didn’t answer right away. His gaze traveled from her tired eyes to the open neckline of her robe and down to her bare legs. But it wasn’t lust she saw in his face.

Those sharp green eyes were so much like her late father’s it was almost unnerving intelligent, guarded, always calculating. On the right was Dominic’s son, Josh, nineteen, who was doing his best to avoid eye contact with his stepsister. He had inherited his blond hair and bright blue eyes from his own mother, Dominic’s ex-wife, and his jaw tightened every time Evelyn shifted in her seat, like just being in her space was an irritation.

At the far end of the room, behind reinforced bars enchanted with shimmering runes, was Dominic. The sight of him hit Zoe like a punch to the gut. Dominic was barely recognizable. His once vibrant golden eyes were now voids of pure black, glowing faintly with an unnatural light. His body was caught in a twisted half-shift - clawed hands that were neither human nor wolf, fangs too large for his mouth, and veins that pulsed a sickly, inky black across his exposed skin. He paced his small cage, growling low in his throat, moving like a predator trapped in an invisible loop.

Her soft and pink lips trembled as tears leaked out of her closed eyes. Her eyelashes were long and made her green eyes look breathtakingly beautiful. Now that her eyes were snapped closed, Andreas had the urge to see them again. Those were definitely the most gorgeous green color he had ever seen. It was weird, how he felt something for this little sacrificial lamb of his. She was just a child and yet she was evoking foreign emotions in him. He had never felt this way, before. As soon as he realized what he was here for, he gritted his teeth and pushed his gun against her set skin, brushing it and almost breaking it. He was quick to snap out of his thoughts.

Like I was underwater. But his eyes weren’t muffled. Nope. Dominic was leaning on the back wall of the hall, arms crossed, and his eyes— those grey eyes that don’t even look like they belong to a human — were on me. Watching me. That stupid little smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. Like he already knew I was going to win before I even did. Like it wasn’t even a question. I hate how much my chest fluttered seeing him there. And then. Then the worst thing happened.

Staring deep into Dominic’s eyes whose body refused to relieve its pressure from my body, I honestly didn’t know where this interaction was about to go. His eyes seemed to dance with so many differing emotions, desire and thirst for the way I spoke and the position that we were in. But behind that, deep burning rage for his understanding that I’d done all of this with people who weren’t him. Taking a long look down at my body before lifting his head up to look into my eyes once again, it was a light show in his eyes with the colours of his most vivid emotions, I become lost in all he was.

She glared at me for a second before she looked away. We took our seats and people came to us paying their respect and congratulating us on our marriage, I don’t think they cared that he was dead, many didn’t feel bothered about it. “Look at you brother, you married her.” I heard a voice, my heart skipped a beat for a second before I looked up and my breath hitches, his eyes were even more vibrant than the pictures, it was like looking deep into the ocean. Dominic’s eyes were faint and light while his were like the middle of the ocean, he wore a suit like his brother's, his face was exactly like his, I was hoping there would be a scar that would make a difference yet there was none, his eyes