Sebastian Stan Kissing Novels & Stories

" 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.

Sebastian said, “It’s only superficial. It wasn’t deep.” She raised her eyes to him and asked, “Tara?” He nodded. Sakura stared at his wounded arm. Then she raised herself up. Sebastian watched as she moved her face toward his. A moment later, he felt her soft lips press against his. She tasted and smelled wonderful, and he wanted more. Instantly, he urged her lips to part for him, and when she obliged, he plunged his tongue into her inviting mouth. Their kiss was slow and passionate, and by the time they stopped, Sakura was breathless.

Sebastian stated. "Well, let it come over you again, because I love what I am seeing and I want to have a taste of it." She told him as she closed the remaining distance between them and took the lead by kissing him. He kissed her back almost immediately as one of her hands began stroking his dick, hardening it. "I thought you were angry at me for kissing you." Sebastian said as soon as Eleanor's lips left his, his lips going for her neck, nibbling at it which earned him a loud moan from her.

I silently begged him to give me something. "You try to hide your feelings. You forget, your eyes speak, Allen." He whispered. And then he kissed me, soft and slow. He moaned into the kiss and I kissed him back with equal fervor. It soon turned heated and we were both moaning and panting into each other's mouths. His hand went to my dick and he started jerking me off. Agonizingly slow. I couldn't think, I couldn't move. I just needed him to have his way with me. I couldn't form any coherent words. The only word escaping my mouth, Sebestian.

She asked the dumbest question ever. “We…” Sebastian tightened his hand on mine, stopping me from talking. I got startled by his touch which made the reporters doubt to even grow. I could see that Sebastian was lost of words. It was so obvious the reporters were going to make it as a big deal. “How about we show you that we are truly in love.” I smile at them. Didn't know what I was doing but, I turned to Sebastian, raised my legs up, wrapped my hands around his neck, closed my eyes, turned it to the left and started sucking my lips against his.

it’s not the best time to talk about revenge but given what just happened I needed to know. He say nothing. He looks past me for a while. His eyes then come back to me. He shakes my hand off and wraps his arm around my waist, bringing me close. “There’s a man taking our photos” he tells me. “Let’s give him something better to work with” “What do you mea…” I don’t get to finish my sentence because his mouth comes crashing down on me. Sebastian doesn’t just kiss me. He fucking claims me. Every square inch of his mouth on min is pure ecstasy. His kiss is scorching and I can feel it down to the tips of my toes.

"Good, girl." Xavier immediately captures my lips in an explosive kiss, a collision of pent-up emotion and passion. This is not just a kiss; it's a declaration of war against my sanity. His tongue sweeps across my lips with possessive demand, forcing me to open up and accept his complete dominance. I let out a soft moan, my hands weaving into his hair, pulling him closer until no air remains between us. The kiss is hot and wild, tasting like a burning, potent fragrance. Each touch of his lips seems to absorb all the wounds of betrayal I felt, replacing them with electric sparks that burn through my nerves. His steel-hard embrace is the only thing that feels real and dizzying.

The way he was looking at me was like I was the only thing in the world. "I trust you," he said. He stepped closer. His hand touched my face. "I love you," he said. "Only you." "I love you too." He kissed me. We were in the stall. It was cramped. Small. But we didn't care. His hands were on my waist. Mine were in his hair. We were kissing as we'd never kissed before. Then we heard it. Voices outside. In the restroom. Sebastian pulled back. His eyes were wide. He pressed his finger to his lips. “ Shhh”

His cold and emotionless face added to his handsomeness. Grace handed him the mic. "Thank you everyone, enjoy the party." It says coldly. His eyes roamed around until he was faithful to the woman he had wanted to see before. And there she is, his Khione, wearing a beautiful white dress. He smiled at her and the woman smiled back at him as well. He went down the stage to go to the woman at the table a little far away. When he got close to it he quickly kissed its forehead "Hi gorgeous."

Her glasses captured every angle, transmitting live feeds to Naina. Gasps rippled through the nearby guests. Cameras flashed. A journalist’s lens caught the moment — Ryan Wills, the young actor, and Chris Hopkins, the Hollywood icon. The camera flashes, or the crowd didn't bother them Ryan pinned Chris against the wall, kissing him again, desperate, reckless. Chris responded hesitantly, his hands gripping Ryan’s arms. The embrace was heated, scandalous, undeniable.