Black Romance Books Novels & Stories

Absolute. “No.” The room suddenly felt smaller. Rose’s aura shifted, becoming darker and more potent. Her eyes glinted with something sharp—something ancient and dangerous, like a predator quietly marking its next territory. There was no panic. No rush. Just absolute assurance

his voice lower and I whirl to look at him, "I know" and a second later he too turned his head to look at me, our eyes met and everything around me went round in circles of blank and all I could see was the dark color of his eyes staring deeply into mine. Now that he was close to me I can see his face even without the source of light radiated inside this place. I could see him. What's wrong with me now? A lazy smile decorated my lips when I observed his face, his eyes- in dark color but I couldn't identify whether it was brown or pitch black. His hair is in dirty blonde color which I couldn't deny but- it suited him.

He held up the book so I could see how much of it he had read. “You’re reading my vampire romance?” Obviously, I knew this already, but I still couldn’t believe he actually had it in his hands. I was more than a little embarrassed. “Well, yeah,” Brandon said, pulling it away from me. “Fangs of Love by Amber Rose. It’s really quite interesting. I’m doing research.” He said it in an overly romanticized voice and I could feel my face turning red. “Just give it here,” I whispered, reaching for it again. He held it just out of my reach.

No, this was the rush I lived for. I uncrossed my legs slowly, letting my short skirt ride up my thighs a bit as I sat forward, my full breasts pressing against my blouse. My nipples were already hard, rubbing against the lace of my bra. I smiled at him, bold as ever. “Because it’s exactly that, Dr. Black. The character isn’t surrendering out of love. She’s wet for the control, the way he pins her down with words and authority before he even touches her. It’s raw. It’s filthy. And pretending it’s just intellectual is bullshit. Don’t you think?”

I walked across the table and sat on the sofa, my hands resting gently on my lap, and I tried to cover up a little since my robe was a bit loose- but I wasn’t really covering up. Luckily Damon would see a reason to touch me tonight. I had the perfect choice of night robe on- royal bule.. my skin shines just enough and my perky boobs rest gently on my chest like they have a lift even if they don’t. He seemed exhausted and needs a good night's rest, maybe what he needs is a little push to relax all those muscles. He came to join me on the couch.. there was darkness, and emptiness in his eyes.. I couldn’t quite read what it was about.

Something darker. She set the bottle down and moved to her chest, opening it carefully. Inside were folded fabrics, jewelry, and at the very bottom, wrapped in black cloth, items she never showed anyone. She unwrapped them slowly, her hands steady now. A carved bone charm. A vial filled with dark liquid. A small pouch stitched with symbols old enough to scare even trained warriors. Ironmoon magic. Forbidden magic. The kind of magic everyone feared but few truly understood. Her fingers lingered on the pouch. Caierre did not need to practice black magic. He only needed to be seen near it. That was how these things worked. Accusation was louder than denial. Fear was faster than truth.

he grunted. The obscene sounds of our lovemaking echoed in the enclosed space. We were joined everywhere, his lips devouring mine and nipping me roughly. His cock massaging my pussy with its impossible girth. A hand rolling my nipple and the other teasing my clit in steady circles. My arms scratching every uncovered part of his skin, his face. So this is what heaven tastes like? My pussy pulsed and squeezed with his steady thrusts. “Are you going to cum on me, Rosa?” he breathed in my ear. “Go on then. Cover me with your cum.”

He doesn't. Of course he doesn't. Because he loves this just as much as I do. Gray sets his drink down, his eyes still locked on me—like we're the only ones in the room, even though the bass is thumping and half the club is watching with barely disguised hunger. Let them. We're not the only ones fucking in here tonight, and it's not like we don't enjoy putting on a show. Another kink I didn't realize I had... until recently. Gray pulls a fistful of Diamond's hair and drags her off his cock with a wet pop. She gasps for air, her lips swollen, drool glistening on her chin and dripping down her chest.

A sharp bell rang out, echoing through the night. A shrill voice announced, "The time has come. Let the bride enter!" A black carriage, lavishly decorated yet unsettling, rolled in slowly. The door opened, and a bride in a blood-stained wedding dress stepped out gracefully. "Where's my groom?" George hurried over, waving for the puppets to drag me away. He pointed at the players seated at a long table. "My lady, please take a look. Which one do you favor?" The bride lifted her veil. Blood slid down her face like melting wax. Her crimson eyes swept across the crowd. "I'm not satisfied with any of them. Not a single one looks pleasing."

“Brayden, try to keep her calm for a moment. I’ll get Dilan. We need all three of us for this.” He left the room, the door clicking shut behind him. The second he was gone, I attacked Brayden’s mouth. I kissed him hard, biting at his lower lip until I drew blood. The moment the rich, smoky taste of his demonic blood hit my tongue, something shifted inside me. The sickening nausea from the forced blood earlier vanished completely, burned away like mist in sunlight. But the heat in my pussy only flared hotter, wilder. Brayden pulled back slightly, staring at me with wide, lust-filled eyes. “Your eyes… they’re red. Fucking beautiful. You look like you want to devour me.”