Sebastian Solace X Reader Lemon Mga Nobela at Kwento

I don’t want to gaslight her, but I do just that, “Something I read in a book. We don’t have to talk about the borders of sexual dynamics. We can focus on the present, on what we want, so tell me, baby, how do you want me?” She exhales and confesses, “Slow, but hard later.” I grin, “Whatever the lady wants, the lady gets. Now, crawl to me.” Her eyes gloss over with lust. She lets Sebastian go and crawls to me. She just sucked my cock harder than anyone ever has, and now, it’s time to make her feel good. She deserves everything, and I’m going to give it to her. First, I’ll drill her softly, then harder. Maybe I’ll give Sebastian the honours.

It loves my fucking gaze so I keep my eyes there and reach into my boxers,gripping my bare cock and using my precum as lubricant as I rub and beat it,whimpering and moaning in the sheer pleasure I'm receiving. “Stop what you're doing.” Sebastian whispers,eyes transfixed on where my hand is moving inside my boxers,and standing still,his hands twitching at his sides. “B-but i-it f-feels s-so good,Sebastian.” I whine,mouth watering when I notice the wet spot growing on his pants. “And y-your d-dick is so big a-and leaking f-for me. I-i wonder w-what you taste l-like.” He groans,looking like he's in pain and I imagine myself on my knees,unbuckling him and popping his big dick into my mouth and

It was not pain, not even a drop of it— It was all about the sparks when his skin brushed against mine when I looked at where we were connected and even when his nails dug into my skin. "Cry, Athena. I want to see your tears," He growled out and leaned to press his forehead against mine as he sped up. His hand grabbed my face to make sure I did not look away. But I did not want to look away today.... I wanted to explore the depth of his sea-blue eyes that hid so many mysteries that I wanted to discover. The bed squeaked and squealed beneath us because of his rapid movements. So I reached out and cupped his cheeks, breathing in his scent and feeling the sparks shoot through my body and for th

chaotic, magical, full of laughter and love. When I climbed into bed, Sebastian was already lying there shirtless, scrolling through something on his phone. He looked up and smiled that crooked smile that still made my heart flutter. “You smell like lavender and beach,” he murmured, pulling me into his arms. I snuggled into his chest, tracing slow circles on his skin with my fingertips. “Today was nice.” “It was,” he said, brushing his lips against my temple. “Even with Thorne levitating French fries.”

It could not be him but then why did everything suddenly feel as though it was falling into place? Why was Harrisonso terrified to see him? Why did Sebestian look at me like that? And why was I holding a watch that Harrisonhad never owned? My lips parted as the horrifying thought finally entered my mind. Don’t tell me… I swallowed hard. Don’t tell me the man I was with last night was Sebestian.

I crawled in beside him, pressed my body against his, and let my hand trail down his stomach. He stirred, grinned sleepily. “Round two?” I kissed him instead of answering. Because why not? Victor was already dead in the water. Sebastian had won. And I had finally found a cock that could blur Sebastian from my thoughts. I’d fucked other men since Sebastian cut me loose. Countless nights. Countless strangers. Always chasing the same high, always ending with Sebastian’s face behind my eyes. But this stranger? This one had managed something none of the others could. For thirty glorious minutes, Sebastian hadn’t existed.

He carried me to the bed, throwing me back onto the silk sheets, his gaze raking over my body with a territorial heat that made my skin prickle. "If this is what you want, Elena," he muttered, stripping his shirt in one fluid motion, revealing the powerful, scarred muscles of an Alpha who spent his mornings on the ice and his nights ruling a pack. "But don't say I didn't warn you about the frost." The passion was, as always, a whirlwind. On the ice, Sebastian was a strategist; in bed, he was a conqueror. He knew every nerve ending, every sensitive curve of my hips. I lost myself in the rhythm, the scent of our combined pheromones filling the room until I couldn't remember why I was ever angr

He gripped Damian’s throat, not tight enough to hurt but enough to hold him in place, fucking him so deep Damian was reduced to incoherent pleas. ‎ ‎“Mine,” Elias growled, thrust after brutal thrust. “Even if it’s just once—you’re fucking mine.” ‎ ‎Damian came undone first, release spilling hot between their stomachs as his body clamped down around Elias, dragging him over the edge. Elias followed with a guttural groan, burying himself deep as he spilled inside him. ‎ ‎They collapsed together, sweat-slick and trembling, the room thick with the scent of sex and the echo of their ragged breaths.

"She won't. She loves me too much to suspect anything like this.” I slapped a hand over my mouth to keep from gasping aloud, my heart shattering with each second that passed. This couldn’t be real. Not Wesley. Not Mina. But then he spoke again, his voice low and full of meaning. “I love you, Mina. Solene’s just. convenient. Once the mating ceremony is over, I’ll find a way to reject her.” Mina smiled softly, pulling him closer. "You better," she breathed. "I'm not sharing anyone with you."

“Oh, Liam, I love it when you stroke me deep—” A horrified murmur swept the room. Liam’s face went pale, his eyes darting around the room as he tugged at his tie. The camera cut to the blurred image of Liam’s bare back, his head thrown back, Madison beneath him, her fingers scraping down his back. His voice followed, low and mocking. “You’ve always known how to take me, even better than Zoe.” “Oh my God—” someone gasped from the pews.