Novel & Cerita Black Steamy Romance Novels

Her long, midnight-black hair was spread across the pillow like dark silk, and her body bore the delicious evidence of their passion—faint hickeys blooming on her neck and shoulders, light handprints on her ass cheeks, and the sticky remnants of dried cum between her smooth thighs. Damien Cross woke up rock-hard, his thick morning wood pressed firmly against the soft, warm curve of her ass cheek. The sight of her like this—marked, used, and still so irresistibly tempting—sent a fresh surge of lust through him. He couldn’t resist. Moving slowly behind her, he gently spread her legs wider. Raven stirred, a sleepy, seductive smile curving her full lips even before her violet eyes opened. “Greed

Away from the house. Away from Matteo. Black Mailed (My Stalker’s Play Thing) Pt 6 Chapter 6 I stand in the centre of the living room, my silk robe clinging to my curves, the fabric so thin it does little to hide the flush creeping up my chest. My breath comes in sharp, uneven bursts, my fingers curled into fists at my sides. My stalker is in front of me, standing tall, broad-shouldered, his dark hair tousled as if he’s been running his hands through it. He watches me with a smirk that makes my stomach twist.

Because the moment I step out of the cab, dragging my suitcase behind me, I see him. Damien Blackthorn is walking down the wide staircase from the main deck like a predator descending on prey. Black button-down shirt open at the collar, revealing a tantalizing V of tanned, muscular chest. White linen pants that hug his powerful thighs and the very obvious bulge at the front. Sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showcasing those thick, veiny forearms that I’ve fantasized about wrapping around my throat while he fucks me senseless. He stops at the bottom of the ramp.

Steve lay back, his face wet with saliva and her slick, gasping for breath. “Fuck, your bitch is hot,” Steve muttered, smirking as he tossed Emma’s bra at Rob. “Here’s something for you to play with.” Emma sat up, finishing the last of her prosecco like it was nothing. She stood, wearing only her leather boots and thong, her body gleaming with sweat. Calm, casual, in control. “You ready to sign the contract?” she asked Steve like it was just business. Steve chuckled darkly. “Not yet, slut. Why don’t you come sit on my cock and we’ll talk about it?”

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, but the moment his thick cock pushed inside me in one long, slow stroke, pleasure overrode the ache.

I grabbed my purse and headed out the door, turning back for my book on the kitchen counter; reading books will forever be my first love. At The Tasty Place Diner I found what might be my new inspiration. He was tall, almost roughed, not too soft. I don’t know what to make of what happened. “Mr. Blackwood,” he had signed my book; who was he? He was light skinned. I usually like men a shade closer to purple. His chest was broad, too broad. Usually my men are slimmer. He had lazy eyes that looked intense just when he needed them to be. Bedroom McDreamy eyes... And he smiled like a humming bird, glorious and slick.

Roman growled, his deep voice dropping into a rough vibration of pure, hungry satisfaction. His slate-gray eyes burned down into hers, darker than she had ever seen them, flashing with a deadly mix of pride and wild lust. He didn't give her a single second to answer. He leaned down and captured her mouth in a fierce, bruising kiss that took her breath away. His tongue surged past her lips without warning, claiming her mouth with an intense, wild hunger that tasted of raw victory and absolute possession. Mila whined against his lips, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as she kissed him back with equal heat, letting the high-stakes corporate rush bleed into pure, raw desire.

Their kiss was deep and urgent, tongues dancing as the steam enveloped them. Victor's hands explored her, one sliding down to part her thighs, fingers delving into her slick heat. "Always so ready for me," he growled, circling her clit with expert precision. Elena moaned, her hips rocking against his hand, the water sloshing with her movements. He inserted two fingers, then three, fucking her slowly while his mouth latched onto her neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark she'd have to hide from Marcus. "Cum for me, Elena. Let me feel you tighten."

"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.

Jamie My back hit the rough wall behind the tall plants as Lena pinned me there. My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat. “You’re fucking soaked already, aren’t you?” Lena whispered against my ear, her fingers finally slipping under the hem of my short black dress. When her fingertips brushed against my drenched panties, she let out a low, filthy laugh. “Jesus, Jamie. Your cunt is dripping for me.” I whimpered, my hips twitching forward involuntarily. I had never been this turned on in my life.