Novel & Cerita Black Butler Sebastian X Reader

" Get. Away. From. Me " " Why? You don't find me as good looking as your precious mate?" " He is not my mate!!" " You are in denial. Doesn't matter though, not to be " He touches her, the woman nearly bites his hand off. Sebastian smiles as he licks away the blood on his fingers, Kira's lips are coated in blood from where she had bitten him. Sebastian wants a taste, his head feels dizzy from the desire. He pulls her forward harshly and ravages her mouth.

King Sebastian just walked in from the bathroom, but she's so scared of looking at him. "Come here," His hoarse voice echo in her head, and she quickly stands up to her feet. She glances at him sitting on the edge of the bed with just a black towel wrapped around his waist. It's her first time seeing him naked, but admiring his perfectly built abs and the broad chest is the last thing on her mind. Why should she admire her parents' killer? "My shoulders hurt. I suppose you know how to massage?" He asks, and she slowly nods her head.

her words got caught in her throat as she beheld the look in Sebastian's eyes. "I said stop." He growled, his fangs bared to her horrified gaze. "Bastian," she whispered trembling. The sword clattered to the ground. "My sweet Aurora," he growled, exposing her tender neck. "Sebastian, stop," she whispered, pleading but he was far gone, his features resembled not that of a human with his pale whitish face and bloodshot eyes but that of a demon from the underworld. "My sweet, sweet Aurora," his fangs grazed her neck.

He stepped between Adrian and me, eyes blazing, gray depths swirling with something darker, possessive, and absolute. Adrian’s smirk faltered. “Impressive,” he admitted. “But I’m not finished.” “I don’t care,” Sebastian said, voice low, lethal. “I warned you once. I’ll warn you again—don’t touch her, don’t manipulate her, don’t even think about stepping closer. Or you’ll regret it beyond measure.”

Her hand drifted to her neck, her fingertips caressing the sensitive skin with a gentle touch that sent a shiver down Sebastian's spine. Sebastian's jaw clenched, his voice remaining steady as he struggled to maintain his composure. "Flaubert's exploration of the human condition, particularly the monotony and desires of provincial life, resonates deeply with readers." His eyes darted back to Adeline, his gaze burning with a mixture of desire and warning.

The space felt different now, heavier, like it was holding onto what had just happened. From where I sat, I had seen it all, the same stubborn jaw, the same way they both tilted their heads when really listening. Neither of them had any idea how much they looked alike. How clearly I could see it. Sebastian hadn’t left yet. He waited by the door after Isla walked out, then came over. I didn’t wave him over. I didn’t tell him to go either. He sat down. For a long moment he just stayed quiet, like a man who’d been ripped open and stitched back together in the same afternoon and still couldn’t tell which hurt more.

Love didn't stand a chance against absolute profit. "Alright, you've got yourself a deal." Sebastian caved. Despair clouded his eyes as he said, "The ledger is in a wine barrel kept in my famiglia's cellar, but I'll only give it to you if you let me go and pay me first. You'll keep your word, right?" "Who knows?" With that, she turned and left, mockery lacing her voice. "No! You stronza!" His desperate howls rang through the dungeon. …

But still, he maintained that infuriatingly slow rhythm, each thrust precise and calculated to keep me right on the edge without tipping over. I was about to unleash a string of hellfire-laced profanities when Sebastian suddenly pulled back, his tongue darting out to lick my blood from his lips. His eyes, dark and hungry, raked over my body as I squirmed beneath him. "Fuck," I breathed, captivated by the raw desire in his gaze. "You look like you want to devour me whole." "Oh, I intend to," he growled, leaning down to capture my nipple between his lips.

Nico retorted. “Tell us your name, your pack, and why did you go feral?” If we keep him inside our sanctuary, we should at least be sure that he will not attack any of us anytime soon. Or, we can just pump some silver into his veins. He scowls after drinking the tea in one go, then ruefully shakes his head. “My name is Sebastian Black, and you can call me Seb. I’m afraid I cannot tell you more than that,” he declared.”

Sebastian closed his eyes as the cold night breeze wafted his glorious visage, the strands of his midnight black hair somehow glittered in the light of the moon. I did not allow my mesmerization by his beauty to escape my lips. God… he would’ve been so attractive— if only he didn’t kill people. His eyes shifted to mine, and I immediately pulled them away and cleared my throat. “Should we get to it?” He smirks, too excited to play this little game of his. “Let’s go play cat and mouse with Alberto Ruiz.” ________