Best Black Romance Novels Novels & Stories

Slow and soft and entirely unhurried, the kind of kiss that had nothing to prove and everything to give. When it ended, I settled back against his chest without a word. His arms tightened around me, and I closed my eyes, finding the steady beat of his heart under my ear and letting it do what it had been doing all night. Neither of us said anything else. We simply held each other in the quiet dark of the apartment and let sleep come gently, finally safe inside the truth of what we both felt. The sound hit before I was fully awake. A crash so loud and so violent that I was sitting upright before my eyes had even properly opened, my heart already slamming against my ribs with the particular ur

Best Lover Chapter 2 I could feel her fingers running over his hair as she gently drew him away. She kissed his cheeks and groaned, asking, "Oh Beta, what are we doing, dear?" As she stared directly into my eyes, she took her blouse off. This was the most sensual thing I had ever seen. How revealing. The sight of her breasts, encased in a delicate black brassiere, was titillating. Returning to the couch, she sat down gingerly. Muttering, "Son, may I touch you again?" she asked softly.

He asked me, propping himself up on his hand. “Yeah, much better,” I whispered, not wanting to break this moment between us. Placing another of those soft kisses he sat up and said, “I’m going to change.” . . A Gupta . Have you checked out my other books? If you're new, do check out my books. They all are completed and are dark romance with twisted heroes that will make you hate them but by the end of the book you'll fall for them still!! You can start with, Bride To Be and Saved By The Devil.

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He popped the trunk of the car, inside there were around six dozen roses, blackberry chocolates, and a stuffed wine with a beautiful colored note, "Will you like to join me for dinner tonight?" A big smile itself graced my lips, undoubtedly it was beautiful and innovative. I faintly touched them and looked up just to find that grinning handsome man staring at me. "You look beautiful when you smile. Much better than from your poker expression.” He bent towards me and whispered," But even more beautiful while blushing the way you are right now." and moved back. Everything was too much for me to intake. All surreal but scary. I composed myself and said," I used to think you are an irritating, a

======================= If the color of her dress for her coronation was red, now it was the color of black, as black as charcoal, but it suited perfectly for her skin color, especially her white hair, it was a beautiful contrast that it made and the servants didn’t stop with their praise to her. “You look so stunningly beautiful my queen,” she gushed. Mila was very upset to be woken up for her wedding day, but after she saw herself in the mirror and how beautiful she looked, she agreed with the other servants that she was indeed beautiful. She looked stunning in this dress and she was happy that she was wearing this dreess for her wedding. The wedding for the vampires allowed the bride to w

I am as exciting and predictable as a loaf of sliced white bread. Anyway, back to my story. The traffic started moving, and off he went, leaving behind the lingering scent of tobacco. At work, I had trouble concentrating, and spent most of the day creating racy vignettes in my head with us as the feature characters. Let's be honest; I have a very vivid imagination. The closest I've been to a hot steamy encounter is courtesy of the pages of my endless supply of paperback romance novels. I'm not the kind of girl that attracts hot, sexy men. In fact, I've been called an ice queen by more than one guy. But when I'm in the middle of one of my books, I am sensual, daring, sarcastically humorous, a

I barely had time to whimper a protest before he gripped my thighs, spreading me wide. Then, with one hard thrust, he buried himself inside me. A strangled cry tore from my throat as he filled me completely, stretching me to the point of delirium. His curse was a ragged growl against my ear. “Fuck—you’re tight.” — Four Weeks Earlier The Blackwood Mansion was a castle—cold, intimidating, and entirely out of my league. I stood at the massive iron gates, my fingers clenched around the strap of my worn-out bag, staring up at the estate that could have belonged to royalty. Towers of black stone stretched into the sky, and the windows reflected nothing but storm clouds.

“I haven’t tried it again. It was also an experiment for me as well. I wanted to create the worst possible romantic interest and see if readers wanted him together with the other male lead character. You can guess the answer to that.” Zach found it too easy to guess. He had learned a surprising amount about human nature from reading erotica stories. He had seen plenty of characters he could never root for or want to be in a romantic relationship. The other editors had explained that things like that didn’t matter to most readers and sometimes the most distasteful characters were the most popular and the most unhealthy relationships were highly romanticised. “I can. Did it sell well?” He hadn

“Really? Mr. Cold Logic Basil is going off the feels. Especially with a girl.” "Man…she's different. I mean it. When I'm in the throes of passion with her, she feels like the one. Like I'm there with my soulmate. Like I want to build a future with her, all while doing dirty, nasty things to her." His confession was raw, a momentary glimpse into the vulnerability he usually hid beneath layers of strategy. It shocked me. Basil, the man who treated human emotion like a flaw in an algorithm, was talking about a soulmate after a single, reckless encounter. “So you're trying to knock her up,” I concluded flatly.