Sebastian Pressure X Reader Novels & Stories

Sebastian was dangerously close now, the clean scent of shower gel mixed with the faint smell of gunpowder that still seemed to cling to his skin, pure testosterone ready to explode. “Does the bruise hurt?” She asked, just to change the focus of the conversation. He tilted his face a little closer, as if he were about to discover what her body would do if he took a step forward and crossed the line. His gray eyes held her — intense, dark, burning. “No.”

“What do you know about intimidation, Kierra? You look like a lost puppy.” He reached over, fixed a strand of my hair, and pinched my cheek lightly—almost mockingly. “I had my men do the real work,” he said. “The only way to bring Davide down is to find proof of the abuse. We need access to the brothel. We need to see what’s happening behind the stage.” That’s the thing about Sebastian. He’s ruthless, yes, but he’s also brilliant. When the world feels like it’s spinning too fast, he slows it down. He gives me direction when my thoughts spiral.

The pressure behind my closed eyes began to grow, the wetness in them threatening to spill over as I tried to convince myself to open them and look for him. "What's wrong?" Sebastian's strong voice sent a shiver up my spine, removing all traces of the sadness I felt and replacing it with excitement as I turned over. He was standing by the bed, his chest bare and muscles tight with anticipation. His shoulders rippled when he leaned over the bed and it only excited me more. He's killed for me. It became increasingly warm in the room as the thought of his shoulders literally ripping someone apart for us played in my head. "You weren't here," my brain finally caught up with his question.

He doubted if druids were forgiving but he still had to show courtesy. Sebastian sighed in frustration, he was sure that minutes had passed. The druid stayed there like a statue doing nothing, literally absolutely nothing! "Why are you here?" The moment he says this he falls to his knees. Sebastian feels a strong pressure pressing him down, it felt like gravity had ganged up on him with all it's power. "Please...stop", he says. But the pressure only doubles on him forcing him further down. "Who are you?" "What?" Who am I?

But even I wasn’t convinced by my tone. “You know… we don’t need to think about Xander right now,” Sebastian said with a husky tone. I felt his fingers going up my back, sending tingles across my flesh. I couldn’t help but shiver with delight at his touch. I arched my back and looked back at him; he was staring at my lips like he wanted to eat them. He licked his front teeth with his tongue and bit onto his bottom lip as he held himself back from me.

“I’m so sorry about your mom Sebastian. She died this morning. She was murdered” ——————————— Hey readers, to resolve any confusion you’re having about this book, please read. Sebastian and Eric are one person. Sebastian is the main personality while Eric is his other personality that Sebastian mentally developed himself as a defense mechanism against a recurring event when he was a child. Hope you get the line?

Sebastian grew more confident in himself as a sire, and in Gaia as his mate, with every passing moment. Bash towered over Gaia as she closed the gap between them and pressed her lips to his chest. Her hands made quick work of Sebastian’s belt as she worked the front of his jeans. She pushed them down past his hips, releasing his throbbing erection. Sebastian used his feet to pull off his loafers and socks to allow for the removal of his jeans. When he was fully nude, Gaia took his cock in her warm hand and stroked it as she pulled Bash down into another smoldering kiss.

"We'll discuss that later. I need your help with some documents. Remember we have a book launch coming up tomorrow, yeah?" What was happening?! Where was the resentment? The demand for divorce Later that night, Sebastian's groans woke me up. He was drenched in sweat, his face twisted in pain. This is the first time I've witnessed him like this. So, broken. I shook him gently, trying to wake him, but it was useless. He thrashed around, mumbling incoherently. His eyes snapped open, and he pulled me into a desperate embrace. "He’s dead. What do I do?" he murmured bitterly against my neck.

I will surrender to him for the rest of our lives. My tongue teases the seam of his lips and quickly he captures my tongue, sucking on it ferociously as he devours my lips once again. I slip my tongue into his mouth, tasting and memorising his mouth as I firmly grasp and squeeze his plump ass in my hand. His moans fill my mouth and at this point I’m about to take him on the floor of this room without a care in the world. “Nothing is going to get in the way of our happiness,” Sebastian vows between kisses, but suddenly it’s like gravity has shifted. I feel a dark weight immediately crash over me that has me paralysed with dread.

There's this very obvious sexual tension between us and I don't think I have enough self control in me to ignore it. And Sebastian is messing with me deliberately, he knows exactly what he's doing. Cuz tell me why he tells me to watch him swim, and when I ask why he says something about Incase he drowns, like his first time swimming!