When He Stares Into Your Eyes In Bed นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

I tried not to stare up at him as he begun heading to my room, and I just couldn’t deny that this felt so intimate, so wrong, and I’m sure he felt it too, and we both did nothing to stop it. I let my eyelids droop resignedly, and I wasn’t sure if I was already falling asleep or if I just spaced out, but my eyes only fluttered open when I felt my body been laid back on a soft and welcoming surface; my bed. I looked up into his dark eyes, their intriguing depths had my gaze lingering, and he did nothing, just stared down at me, stared into my eyes until his gaze became too intense for me, I looked away. He cleared his throat quietly before pulling the covers over me gently.

The harsh, overhead lights are dimmed to a warm amber glow, casting long shadows across the fading bruises mottling his torso. His blue eyes track my every movement the second I step into the bedroom. The look he gives me isn't the tired, pain-glazed stare I’ve grown accustomed to over the last months. The oxycodone is sitting at the bottom of his office trash can, and the absolute clarity in his gaze is devastating. It’s a hot, predatory hunger, stripped entirely down to its rawest foundation. My pulse spikes, an electric current of anticipation rushing straight to my core. "You’re staring." My voice is a quiet murmur, breaking the heavy silence of the room.

He did. "You'd never stare openly at me like this, Maeve," He muttered, his tone gruff. He shifted a little closer to me. "I know you stare at me when you can. You mostly glare and that's the only one you let me see. But you're staring at me right now and your eyes, fuck..." He muttered under his breath. "You have such beautiful eyes. Electric. I don't know how I've survived without you in my bed these past few days."

She walks to her room afterwards I chuckle. I stop at the door of the bedroom. Should I go in? What if violet is still mad? I should go to my old room. I go to the bedroom and fall on the bed, I take in a deep breath and close my eyes. I suddenly see myself on top of Violet, kissing and romancing her body "I want you" I hear my voice mutter I instantly open my eyes "What the fuck was that? ".

His eyes are just as intense, filled with a longing that matches mine perfectly. I crawl over to him. His eyes beam as I touch him. I start teasing his body until my hand reaches for his pants. His breathing is shallow, and he gasps. His hands grip my hips tightly as I push him onto the bed. I can see the desire in his eyes as I move closer and closer to his lips.