“Behind narrowed lids his eyes were ice, and they followed my every motion...”

“His pale irises had grown as dark as his intentions, lids heavy.”

“His mood-ring eyes were neutral gray, summer clouds that threatened no rain.”

“His lips were parted, lids heavy. This moment might not be about him and me, about two bodies unified in pleasure or anything profound, but goddamn he looked good. Looked exactly as he felt— strong and big and one hundred percent in control. And I felt exactly as he surely saw me, a hungry vessel, eager to please, at the mercy of his cock.”

“I studied his eyes. They were nearly a color today, a frozen lake reflecting a clear blue...”

“His eyes looked pale green this afternoon, the color of corroded copper.”

“His irises were pale with a dark ring, gray like his self-designed uniform…”