Novel & Cerita Sebastian X Ciel Lemon

Sebastian asked her. Elena bit her lips nervously. "Stop doing this" Sebastian ordered. "Don't flutter yourself too much. I have seen better than you" Elena said. Hearing this, Sebastian felt jealous for an unknown reason. "Of course you have seen. After all you are a bitch" Sebastian said and moved back. "I am talking about Damon. He is too handsome. Did you see him?" Elena asked him excitedly. "I don't have time to waste on your Dragon" Sebastian told her.

Celine, is not an ordinary werewolf. She is constantly locked away and hidden and eventually sold. When the pack that buys her kidnaps the prince, Celine finally finds her escape. She uncovers that she does have a wolf, but it was shielded with magic, and not only that but she's a hybrid. The king and prince feel like there is more to her. There's constantly a strong sense of magic, and enchantment around her. King Sebastian is shocked to find out she is his mate, and vows to protect her, only that becomes hard when they uncover, Celine is in fact the missing Queen Goddess. She's not just a werewolf, but a fae, mermaid and everything else combined into one. That though isn't Sebast

The warmth and tenderness he had once shown her were now replaced by fury and hatred. All of this—for a woman like Roxanne—had cost him his mate and their pup. Roxanne shuddered under his gaze. She had never seen him look at her this way. Terrified, she clamped her mouth shut. Sebastian didn't speak to her again. He didn't even spare her another glance. Instead, he walked to the end of the corridor. He struggled to keep his emotions in check, refusing to let anyone witness his torment. A beat later, he summoned his Beat. "Bury Luna Olivia and our pup."

Again. I didn’t let go of his hand even after they left. I just sat there, stroking his damp hair, whispering promises I wasn’t sure I could keep. “I’m here, baby. Mummy’s not going anywhere.” The night stretched on. The monitor beeped its steady rhythm. The city lights glittered outside the window. And somewhere across town, Sebastian was probably pacing an empty house, rage building. I didn’t care. Not tonight. I looked down at Liam, his pale, fragile, still-fighting body and felt the last tether to Sebastian snap.

The bitterness in his voice could be heard even by a dead person. Liam chuckled, marching towards him. “Why? Are you jealous?” He asked, sitting beside Sebastian, taking off his watch. “Nope.” Sebastian let out an exaggerated sigh, shaking his head. “You sound jealous to me.” Liam affirmed, drawing himself closer to Sebastian. “No! I'm not.” Sebastian denied, sitting up instantly. He was so drunk that he failed to notice the lust on Liam's face. Sebastian giggled like a fool when Liam came too close to him and his breath fanned Sebastian's face. It tickled.

Celeste I stepped into the elevator lobby, the low hum of conversation buzzing around me like a distant storm, barely audible but impossible to ignore. The polished marble floors reflected the overhead lights in soft pools, and the scent of freshly brewed coffee lingered faintly in the air. Sebastian was already there, standing near the far wall with that calm, unreadable expression he always wore at work. His posture was relaxed, hands tucked casually into his pockets, but his presence was like a silent anchor—steady and unavoidable. The way he stood, so still and confident, made the air around him feel charged, as if something was quietly simmering beneath the surface.

And with that, I start to lose hope. "Ha, 'lesbian.'" I look up to find an overly high Sebastian chuckling to himself. He rubs his bloodshot eyes as his laughter continues to grow stronger. "Holy shit, that's actually really funny! Because your name is 'Leslie,' but if you take out the ending and put in 'bian' it comes out as...as-" And then Sebastian is laughing so hard he is wheezing. Wheezing, gasping, clutching onto his stomach for relief before rolling over on the limo seat and holding onto his torso, face red as a tomato.

“Look at you. So strong. So fucking beautiful like this.” Matilda’s breath hitched. It wasn’t the cold. No one had ever looked at her with such raw, undiluted hunger. She felt her core, despite the icy water, give a slow, involuntary clench. Her skin, where he looked, prickled with a phantom heat. “Three minutes!” Leo called out, but his voice sounded distant. Sebastian leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, bringing his face closer to hers. “Your lips are turning blue,” he observed. “I want to warm them up.”

“Good thing I own a bakery.” Sebastian smirks. “I’ll take one too. Extra icing.” Celine gasps. “You get extra icing?” I laugh. “He’s special.” Sebastian leans in, lips brushing my ear. “Damn right, I am.” I pull out a tray of cinnamon rolls. As I drizzle icing over them, Celine and Sebastian can’t wait for it. “Oh my God, that looks sinful,” she groans. I smirk. “Patience, woman.”

Giavanna sucked in a surprised breath when he fell to his knees, lifted her sweater, and began mouthing his way up the bare skin of her stomach. "I wouldn't. Ever," she whispered, caressing his cheek. "But this is not what I thought you'd do when you asked Luna Calista for privacy." "Sorry, I didn't think it was appropriate to say that my mate-to-be made me so turned on I had to get my hands on her immediately to the Luna." Sebastian nipped along her ribcage, leaving tiny red marks that he soothed with his tongue. Giavanna pulled back in surprise. "My lying turned you on?"