Black Gay Romance Novels Novels & Stories

She strides into any room and tilts the world off its axis, gliding through my house as though she owns the deed while daring me to push her out. She needles my limits just to gauge my temper and every time I refuse to snap, her frustration morphs into fascination. I wonder what she'd do if I shoved back, let her believe she was under my skin. She'd probably crank the heat even higher. Ours will never be a soft, gooey sort of marriage. That’s not who we are. We’re gasoline and the match. One of us will spark, the other will feed the blaze. Sooner or later we’ll blur together, unable to tell who struck first or who fanned the flames. All I know is that I want to burn with her, for her, becaus

And the secrets Adrian left behind were punishable. “Tatiana, let’s go,” Sasha repeated. Another shuddering breath filled my lungs. Black suits slowly drifted away, taking their black hearts with them. The sea of underworld men came to pay respects. Russian. Italian. American. Canadian. Colombian. A sea of black, which I’d always been a part of. No matter how much my brothers sheltered me. My eyes flickered to my brother, seeing him through the fog of grief. It felt like I wasn’t really here. But then I was.

"Why didn't you just come out? Why did you accept the bond? Why did you do this to me? Your alpha is gay. Did anyone kill him?” "I’m not gay, Hasima," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "I’m bisexual. I’ve been with women—a lot of them. I’ve been with men too. But Grey... Grey was my boyfriend long before you ever arrived. He was my first love. Emphasis on love. The only person I have ever loved in that way. Or would ever love. He’s not just 'some man.' He has my heart in a way that no one else ever has. It’s not about men. It’s about him."

We locked gazes, the blue of his eyes shining even in the dark as he delved into me. I cried out, my nails digging into his muscular back as he began to rock in and out. With every thrust I felt a fullness that threatened to overwhelm me. I wanted more; I wanted every inch of him to merge with me. I wanted to wrap my legs around him, to pull him deeper, but my cast forced my leg to stay still on the bed.

My body shook at the hammering assault of my completion, fabricating my body into a messy writhing wildcat, hungry for him, and instead of stopping, he plowed it all back inside with a feral growl, his hands squeezing my globes, and I knew what he wanted — to cast aside all the inhibitions in me to which my body surrendered — and I squirted around his raging length as he prodded deeply my body spasmed, unable to control the pleasurable assault. "kitten-oh! You're getting impossibly tighter." He growled. After coming down from my high, with his length still buried deep inside me, he brought my legs to rest over his legs. Chest heaving, eyes dark with desire, he hovered over me and nuzzled my

Silver takes my hand. You want to know what sucks? Being gay in high school, being surrounded by hot guys you can never look at because looking is just as bad as assuming one's gay. Then you end up like me at a party 4 shots in and I can't help it, fuck I want one... a guy I mean, I'm surrounded.

His hand stopped its lazy exploration of my breast. “N-no,” I stuttered, afraid I had offended him. In one smooth motion, he rolled me onto my back and settled between my spread thighs, caging me beneath his powerful body. His dark eyes burned into mine with raw intensity. “Then why don’t I show you that you are mine… and no one else’s.” --- He didn’t wait for my answer. Lord Blackwood kissed me deeply, claiming my mouth as he positioned himself at my entrance. I was still sore from last night, tender and sensitive, but the moment the thick head of his cock pressed against me, the ache turned into something hotter.

thank you for reading. So...BB2 and BB3 are already out: SHATTERED HEART and TRAGEDY OF THE AFRICAN CINDERELLA respectively. Pls go check it out while I prepare THE CHISELER.

Clause’s POV Gary’s lips were soft. Too soft. And they tasted like whiskey, burnt oak, and something that shouldn’t have felt this good. But as my lips lingered against his, I realized something was off. His body didn’t respond. His breathing was uneven, shallow. He didn’t kiss me back. My heart, once pounding with excitement, dropped like a stone in my chest. I pulled away slowly. His eyes were open, but barely. Glazed. Lost.

His darting eyes scanning her exposed skin like a predator ready to hunt. "I am here to help you as your therapist." Those caring mercury eyes looking for a single ray of hope. "Then help me to smudge your scarlet lips all over my C****" * Slow burn * Erotic * Dark romance * Mafia romance A story of lust, love, betrayal, and loyalty. Read the book in next chapter.