Black Christian Romance Novels Novels & Stories

I begin to move, a slow, steady rhythm, building a fire that will consume us both, and I whisper against her lips, "Forever, Seraphina. You are mine. Forever." She does not answer with words, but her body answers for her, rising to meet me, her legs wrapping around my waist, her nails digging into my back, her mouth finding mine in a kiss that is more battle than caress, more surrender than victory, and we move together, two wolves locked in an eternal dance, and I know that this is only the beginning, that there will be pain and blood and tears, that there will be war and loss and grief, but there will also be this, this moment, this connection, this bond that cannot be broken, and as I fee

“Relax, Ciara. Just obey me and be free. You’re going to like it. I promise.” My heart hammered so hard I could feel it in my clit. Blackmail. Guilt. Arousal. They twisted together until I couldn’t tell which was which. “Teach me,” he said softly. “Show me everything you’ve been doing with him.” So I did. I knelt on the cold stone floor exactly like I had for Father Chris. My hands shook as I opened the repentance book to the next chapter. My voice trembled as I started reading: “I renounce the sin of lust… I reject every impure touch that pulls me from grace…”

But the truth is simple in a way most people wouldn’t understand. I have a dangerously high libido and I’m NEVER sexually satisfied. And because of that, every relationship I’ve had seems to end the same way. The first one called me “too intense.” He said I made him feel like he was always trying to keep up with something he couldn’t understand. We lasted two weeks after having a threesome with his crazy elder brothers. Even then, it felt like I’d just started. They didn’t satisfy me at all—sexually or otherwise. I barely even came.

I needed more. Lifting myself half off him, I slammed back down. Lost totally in the feel of him, my hands slapped onto the window behind his head to gain leverage. It was a magical night; the lights illuminating the snow that fell right outside our window were so pretty, but I didn't see any of it. My eyes were blind to anything but him. Dion Granger. Lead singer of Dionysus Rising and the best damn lover in the world. The man who was fucking me straight into another orgasm.

Georgia's POV The first time I stepped into Josiah's house, our house, as he constantly reminded me with that razor-thin smile, I knew I had made a deal with something worse than the devil. Devils, at least, wear their intentions like a second skin. They do not bother with Victorian exteriors and stained glass and the particular kind of beautiful lie that promises sanctuary while delivering a cage.

The anchor that keeps three broken men from drifting too far out to sea. So hearing Gray dismiss Ashley like she's nothing to him? That pisses me off. The guy was ready to ride into the sunset with Christine—an ice-cold, calculating bitch who damn near destroyed him—and now, because she burned him, he thinks it's okay to treat Ashley like shit.

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Christina reiterated. Matthew took a deep breath and did not say anything. It was said that maternal love is the greatest love in the world, which was present in Christina. She hated Michael so much, but she was willing to have another child with Michael just for the sake of her son. “Christina, a man who has cheated after marriage usually has a messy lifestyle. Stealing his sperm shouldn’t be tough. When the time comes, I’ll find a coquettish young girl to seduce him, get his sperm and take a nude photo of him, then expose him!”

Once again, I’m writing a story to honor the request of a reader! A little over a year ago, Ms. Ciara Townsend wrote to me: “My best friend and I are avid readers, and my favorite books usually have white lead characters and black minor characters, and they’re usually quite ghetto. It’s a little discouraging when all of the couples are with people of the same race when there are so many mixed people in the world. I would love an interracial romance, especially when there are so many people that don’t believe in it.”