Chapter 29: The Sweetest Taste

A/N: Whew I'm back after a very long three months with an update to this much loved fic. Gear up my lovelies, this is going to be a long, emotionally charged chapter. Consider it generous compensation for your patience. The next chapter shouldn't take me so long to put out. Mama just needed a break. Enjoy!


By the next morning, you're still feeling some measure of fatigue from the previous night so you entertain the thought of having a cup of coffee. Last night, you'd fallen asleep across John's back and you're still groggy for some odd reason and you figure that you might've gotten too much sleep. And that's where the problem lied, nowadays you're always tired. Oversleeping can make a person feel more tired than if they only got a few hours of sleep. Regardless, you wouldn't have a repeat of the previous day. In spite of that, you were rather disappointed to wake up and find that you'd been tucked soundly on your side of the bed with him out of sight.

John was already seated at the table when you walked into the small kitchen area, presumably awaiting your arrival.

For breakfast, you're treated to a much lighter spread with fluffy waffles to accompany it, some of which are of a different variety. According to your little tourist guide booklet, one of the many things Belgium was known for their waffles. Even now, the waffles on the table are thicker and fluffier than you're used to; you guess the difference was in the recipe since you couldn't think of any other reason why they're stacked the way they are. Not that it's a bad thing. The sight of them was still appetizing enough for you to eat them without incident.

"I didn't know that there were so many different kinds."

The orange juice you drink on the side was quite refreshing. In fact, you're about two and a half giant waffles in before you get the sudden urge to ask.

"So what's on the itinerary for today?" You inquire, pouring a cup of coffee before taking a sip of the warm beverage.

"Are we going out today?" You asked curiously.

John carefully sits the book aside before calmly regarding you. "Yes."

Not surprisingly, you don't bother to hide your excitement hearing it.

Soon afterwards, you found yourself finishing the breakfast in record time in order to race to get ready.


It took nearly an hour to get ready, something you consider a remarkable leg up from the two and a half to three hour timeframe it usually took. Upon your lover's insistence, you wore a thick knitted sweater, jeans, and a pair of comfy boots you bought just before the trip. In a way, you can see why he felt the need to oversee your clothing choice, it was only just some weeks ago that you were bedridden with sickness. He'd taken care of you during that time and it was evident that he didn't want you getting sick again if it was within his power to prevent it. Honestly, you couldn't do much but respect his reasoning so that didn't bother you. No, what bothered you was the fact that he was taking his sweet time getting ready, completely unbothered by how anxious you were to get out as soon as possible. He paid you little to no mind as you huffed impatiently while he dressed. Once John made sure you were dressed appropriately to brave the cold weather, you both took the short drive into town.

The first observation you made when you stepped out of the cabin into the open air was that you were shocked to find that a great deal of the snow had melted overnight already. It was relatively cold but not unbearably so. The layered clothing you wore would protect against the harsh elements. Looking back on John's earlier words, you guess that's what he meant when he told you not to worry. Frankly, you were just happy to get out and sightsee the country.

Once you make it into the town, you quickly learn that Belgium was surprisingly multicultural. It's daytime and people are walking the cobblestone streets in modest numbers. According to John, more than half of the Belgium residents here don't use a car for transport. Due to the town being simple and fairly easy to navigate, many choose public transport, walking, or a bicycle to get around. For that reason, the inner city was largely car free save for dignified officials.

Even now, there were a number of citizens walking around, going about their daily lives. Most of the buildings, stores, and attractions are within walking distance. The architecture looked almost medieval. There's nothing even some lovely neighborhoods you wanted to explore but you doubted the locals would appreciate a tourist excitedly pursuing their neighborhoods like a looney person. John quietly and patiently indulged you while you excitedly snapped pictures and videos of literally any and everything that happened to catch your eye.

Brussels Park made for quite the scenic environment for locals and tourists alike. It was interesting to watch the locals come and go. There's flea markets, boutiques, and antique stores. Not only that but there's also a selection of restaurants and cafes for tourists and locals to visit. There's even a huge museum building for those interested in seeing lots of the country's culture and history on display. For what it's worth, you've seen the city on tour guides and online photos but nothing was more beautiful than seeing it covered in brilliant, white snow. The sight captivated you and it made you truly believe that the city would look breathtaking during every season.

By now, you've done more walking than you've done back home in months. Not that it was a problem, you were just delighted to be in a place that wasn't New York.

"Is there something going on? Why are they setting up booths?" You ask curiously.

"They're preparing."

"For what?"

"There's a winter festival taking place tonight."

You ignore the tinge of pain on the tip of your nose when the crisp air blows uncomfortably across it. "Can we go then?"

"As you wish."

After walking some distance, you and him come across a stone bridge built over a murky pond. The general air around the canal gave off a salty smell but it was not unpleasant. You found the spot rather picturesque than anything.

The canal below the bridge was filled with glassy, almost frozen water. After an incident where you'd gotten too close to the edge and nearly fell into the flowing river trying to see if any fish were present underneath the surface, John stayed particularly close to you. Presumably, for your own safety and his peace of mind. You think it's funny how he's supervising you as if you were a petulant child that couldn't be out of his sight for five seconds. The thought that your innocent excursion was causing him to become concerned for your safety was a hilarious concept.

As you both continue to saunter along the streets within range of the coffeehouses, you inhale the savory aroma of sweet spices, vanilla and roasted nuts from outside. The blend of scents leaves a deep yearning in your chest. Food-centric smells have always been known to trigger an automatic reaction from you.

The elaborate store front sign read in elegant lettering, "Mary Chocolatier". You don't exactly know what the title entails but it looked like you were about to find out. Holding the door open with one hand, John courteously guided you into the store with the other.

The sweet smell of the place was extremely pleasing to the senses and it takes you no time to realize that it's a sweet shop. Straight away, you think he's just walked you into chocolate heaven because it's all you see. There's no other way to describe it, only that it's a chocoholic's dream.

Inside are gorgeous displays of chocolate being presented on embellished platters and trays. Delicious assortments of carefully crafted confections.

"Bonjour Mr. Wick! So nice to see you again!" A distinct female voice greeted. You turned to see a tall, slim woman with hair cropped just above her shoulders begin to approach. "Would you like another special order of cookies prepared?"

"No. We'd like a tasting."

"Um…we'd like the cookies as well." You add, shooting John a look.

It was then that the woman's curious scrutiny landed directly on you for the first time. "Oh Mademoiselle…so this is the one who enjoys our cookies I presume." She extended a manicured hand out to you. "I am Giselle, proprietor of this establishment. I am at your service. Ravi(e) de faire votre connaissance."

There's that undecipherable language you mostly didn't understand. If you had to guess, it sounded a lot like French. At this juncture you're extremely close to demanding John to teach you more languages. Everyone here seems so nice and you want to be able to understand what's being said to you. You couldn't take the over the top, bougie accent though, French woman or not. While she appeared to be a friendly woman, you refuse to believe it's her normal way of speaking. Hearing the accent made you want to laugh because you thought it was a rich tv villain thing. You never expected that there were actually people out in the world that spoke in that manner. Maybe you need to get out more.

You introduced yourself with the same polite disposition. "It's nice to meet you."

"Only a few exclusive patrons are permitted to have walk-in appointments. Mr. Wick is one of those faithful patrons. During this part of the year we are completely booked until May."

"Wait. People have book an appointment just to purchase an order?"

"Oh yes." She proudly beamed.

Confused, you glanced over at John whose guarded expression gave away nothing. Had he… had he been booking appointments with this woman for you? Probably not since he was one of her 'exclusive' customers but that didn't negate the fact that he'd been purchasing the woman's goods for some time. You're still shocked that this was the place where he buys those amazing cookies.

"I will prepare a special blend of the finest chocolates. We must warn however, our renowned confections are extremely addictive."

"I know. I'm sure I'm already addicted." You shrugged with a bashful laugh.

"Is that so? Let us begin, yes?" She declared, gesturing to the wide expanse of the shop.

"Tell me, what flavors do you prefer?"

Frankly, it wasn't a question your greedy ass had to think about for long.

"I don't know too many flavors but I really like milk chocolate and caramel."

"That is not an issue, whatever flavors you crave we can provide. You need only make the request. Our treats ensure the finest quality ingredients and excellence." The woman explained while she escorted you further into the store.

As you walk the lined counters, you can't believe how stunned you are. From the lavish decorations of the store to the wonderfully handmade treats. You took notice of the glamorous display cases that held many different shapes and sizes of chocolate delicacies. Some were displayed in the large window in the front of the store to provide a more generous view to those walking along the streets outside. What really caught your eyes were the ridiculously cute tiny cakes on their own raised platforms. They looked so good that you were certain you'd be taking at least one of them back to the cabin with you. You don't think you've seen cakes look so inviting.

Giselle made it clear that you could sample at your leisure and presented a single square shaped piece on a tiny saucer to you. "Oh you must try out hand rolled truffles. They're simply delicious."

"It's really good."

"A delicacy no doubt…and one of our customers' favorites."

The woman's sales presentation was refined and polished. You could see why she got so much business. The dramatics made it all the more entertaining.

She swiftly presented another piece. "Here we have our pralines. Highly popular and in demand in other countries." She disclosed, sounding very convincing with each word.

"If you think those are delicious then you should try our zipon-infused pralines. Talk about splendid taste. One of our most delectable no doubt."

Some of the flavors and combinations you never even heard of let alone had knowledge they existed until now. So far you're enjoying your experience becoming a chocolate professional connoisseur. You could see why it was regarded as the best in the world - Belgium chocolate was simply unmatched. You'd even go so far as to say that the flavoring and consistency was even more intense.

"Over here are our ganache. Very smooth, very rich in flavor."

You devoured any samples the shop owner gave you with relish. Each one you ate had their own flavor, scent, and texture. There wasn't a bad one in the bunch as far as you were concerned. John watched the proceedings quietly as the woman went about showing you more generous arrays of confessions in her shop. Giselle made one thing abundantly clear, she loved and was very good at her job. You even listened intently as she practically expanded on the history of chocolate and the Mary Chocolatier came about. Regardless of what anyone thought of her, she knew her shit and you respected her for it. The woman knew more about chocolate than anyone had any right to know.

Towards the end of the tasting, once Giselle is sufficiently confident of your satisfaction, she assures you that the order will be placed and sent to the place where you and John will be staying. That place being the cabin. While she disappeared into the back, you ran over to your stone-faced, insouciant lover and engulfed him in a tight hug. This might've taken him by surprise but you couldn't care less. The man was about to purchase expensive gourmet confectionery for you without you having to ask.

"Can I get a tiny cake too?" You ask him, turning your face up towards him with a pleading countenance.

"Get what you want." He replied, his voice level. Obviously he had no issue as it all was being put on his tab. How lucky of you to bag a man who didn't care about you spending his money. You thank the lord above every single day.


Surprisingly, nightfall comes a short time later thanks in part to leftovers and a much needed nap that probably lasted a little too long. Thankfully, you set about five alarms to ensure that you woke up before the day ended. Unfortunately, John could not be trusted to wake you up anymore since he's a firm believer in letting you get your rest before anything. You were up and back in the truck ready to go back into town before he even realized you were awake.

Huge excited crowds of people consisting of men, women, and children were milling about in the streets of the town despite it being night. Buildings and attractions are lit up and shining with bright lights and colors. The market stalls are selling everything from food and drinks to trinkets and toys. The horse drawn carriages pass by you carrying a family of three, who were all grinning with elation. Belgium had their own little winter carnival. The people were resolved to enjoy themselves despite the cold.

You've been to the fair before but this was different.

A multitude of decorated wooden chalets and stalls lined the walkway with vendors waiting eagerly for any patronage. Some stalls sold food and drink while others sold trinkets and other valuables. A few of the stalls even had artistic installations up. Lastly, the 'Grand Roue' ferris wheel overlooked the entire event. Frankly, you can't recall ever seeing anything like it.

The massive ice rink was certainly a nice touch. You'd rather watch the citizens have a go at it since you definitely weren't going to try your hand at ice skating. You would die of embarrassment if you busted your ass in front of so many people. That'll be an embarrassment you wouldn't recover from. Not to mention that it would take you one to two business months to recover from said fall. So you stand intrigued some distance away watching the locals glide along the ice. While some of them skated with clumsy vigor, others had the expertise of prominent figure skaters.

Like yourself John takes a moment to observe his surroundings. Although he might've visited Belgium a few times before, you suspect that it's his first time actually indulging in Belgium's festival-like activities.

One of the stall keepers called out to you as you walked by, beckoning you to come over. And while you hadn't the foggiest clue what the man was saying, you could put together that his deliberate expressions and gestures suggested that he was inviting you to try your hand at a game. The game involved throwing a ball into a set of stacked pins some distance away and knocking them down in order to win a prize.

Straight away, you know you've never been a good enough shot to even have any hope of winning a game like this. Still, you owed it to yourself to try.

Immediately you know what you want to do. All it took was a simple pleading glance into your lover's eyes, you don't even have to ask. You barely contain your excitement when the man wordlessly extends a hand for you to take and starts to lead you over to the stall.

John tactfully hands the man a crisp bill and three balls are placed before you therefore.

The first ball comes up short as a result of a half-hearted throw. The second ball goes completely over the pins and the third hits the net behind the stand used to catch them anyway. You huffed a small breath of frustration and embarrassment. The vendor tusked mockingly and shook his head, trying his best to look sympathetic even though you know it was probably bullshit.

You must be wearing desperation on your face pretty well since John somberly slid another bill over the stall counter.

When you glanced at him, you saw a certain assurance in his steady gaze. "Try again." The man's eyes read.

The look reignited your resolve.

That was all the convincing you required, you didn't need any more convincing than that.

Once you're handed the next three spheres, you don't hesitate to chuck each of them more assertively. The second attempt goes just as well as the first and each throw ends up being a failed endeavor. You have no luck knocking them down this go around and the failure burns the center of your chest hot.

Frustration was quickly shifting into anger. This shit should not be this hard. Right?

Perhaps sensing your growing exasperation, John approached until he was situated behind your form.

"You're putting all your focus into speed. You want to achieve accuracy and nothing else. Speed is irrelevant." He tactfully explained.

Large warm hands glided over your shoulders, shifting them into a straighter position. "Your stance needs to be corrected, like so…"

Even with the outside air being frigid, you still felt the warmth emitting from his body. He felt like a giant furnace despite the both of you being bundled up in large winter coats. Admittedly, it was difficult to focus with the man's heat at your back as he stood behind you guiding you into more advantageous positions. A gust of wind blows by and you catch a whiff of cologne and male musk that's simply him - it floods your senses in heavenly fashion.

A sliver of desire ascended your spine.

Given the circumstance, you should be paying close attention to his advice and making the necessary adjustments but instead all you could think was how nice his hands felt ghosting along your arms and waist. So far all you'd done was reminisce about how all the times he's used those hands to position you to his liking before he beat your walls down. The thought makes your cunt throb in the heat of the moment and you have to push any arousal down before it can truly manifest. The hitman had no clue just how he was turning you on.

You tighten your grip around the sphere.

Had you no decency? No morals? No shame? You and him were in public for Christ sake. Never mind the fact that the vendor was still watching the proceedings carefully, likely hoping to be continuously paid more money for all your fuckups. But you have to wonder - would that reason be a good enough reason for him not to engage in carnal activities?

"Now you have more mobility." John's voice brings you back to the present as he's teaching you the fundamentals of throwing. "As you throw, lean your torso forward slightly and allow a small bend of the wrist."

"Look at the pins." He quietly urges, pacing a steadying hand at your back.

You do as your bid, focus staring to zero in on the three pins the longer you stare at them. There's all kinds of sounds happening around you, chattering voices, soft music, occasional giggles and laughter. Under his direction, you're able to filter it all out - everything was tuned out except you and him.

Maintaining the position he's meticulously placed you in. This way you'll learn better. The ball only grazes the center pin with enough force to slightly displace the other pins but not knock any of them completely.

You're exhaling again, this time out of disappointment. This was supposed to be fun and you'd been eyeing the small brown teddy bear with the pink bow around its neck. Its golden fur on the bear looked so soft and you were hoping it would join the many bears and stuffed animals in your old bedroom at your parents house since you can't seem to get rid of old sentimental things. You may feel a little defeated but your overall content with your latest performance. You tried that that's what mattered.

What was he doing? Was he going to try his hand?

John's aim was impeccable, he didn't miss a single shot. He could've knocked down every pin with one ball but it seemed like he had a point to prove. The game was to knock down all pins and win a prize. He'd done it all effortlessly. Even the stall keeper looked impressed.

But that's what John does and it does it time and time again. You'd be more shocked if he missed only one of the shots.

Truthfully, you'd known before he even picked up the ball that he wouldn't miss. Who taught him to throw you wondered? You recalled the way he'd just given you tips on how to pitch a good throw. Did the same points apply with his gun when it came to shooting and aiming. You've seen the unparalleled skill in gun handling the man possessed. For the little you knew about it, angle was undoubtedly important.

As a human, it's impossible to be good at everything but there's not much you've seen where he wasn't good at something. He could probably work on smiling more but that was about it. Hardened hitman aside.

"The bear." John calmly requested.

Recovering from shock, the man scrambled to retrieve the stuffed animal, offering it to you with a tight smile.

Although you wished you'd one one yourself, you could take comfort in knowing that you wouldn't be going home empty-handed. The romantic gesture on his part really warmed your heart.

Movement from the corner of your peripheral, drew your attention to a little girl no older than seven stands inches away peering over the stands counter. You see her looking longingly at the hanging display of stuffed animals. The wistful expression on your youthful face suggested that she wanted to win a plush toy just the same as you.

Typically most carnival games were geared towards adults with the purpose of drawing in children. Since you couldn't knock down the pins, you had serious doubt that she'd be able to. Given that she could barely see over the counter itself, hope was thinner than a threading needle.

Just as you were starting to feel bad and heavily contemplating giving her your bear out of generosity, there's slight movement taking place beside you. You can see the man begin to restack the pins. Just as you think he's about to allow the child to try her hand, the unexpected happens…

He only bothered with one ball this time around and a well placed throw topples the pins. You watched in awe as the vendor handled John a bright pink and white bear with hearts sewn into its fur. In spite of how cold and uncaring the man appeared to be on the outside, you knew him to be a very compassionate man deep down. It's one of the many reasons why you loved him. Men could have all sorts of qualities that encompassed their being but for you generosity was one of the things you admired the most. From your perspective, a kindhearted man was the most attractive of all.

The man eagerly hands your lover the plush pink toy to which the latter then hands off to the little girl. The child happily accepted the toy, excitedly inspecting the tiny bear before hugging it tightly to her chest and smiling brightly up at his passive profile. Your heart could've melted in that moment. She gave him one last appreciative look before she ultimately took off into the crowd, presumably to find her family.

He didn't have to do it but it was the fact that he still chose to do it all on his own without prompting.

"That was so sweet of you." You mentioned.

John said nothing of the deed, he merely regarded you with a knowing glance.

"I wish I could throw like that."

"You did good." He assured.

"Did I really though?"

"Yes…you did."

As you both ventured away from the stall, your attention quickly turned elsewhere.

Since your arrival, you'd been hopeful about a chance to ride the giant Ferris wheel in the middle of the square. Generally, Ferris wheels are a staple attraction at any fair or carnival. Aside from not riding one since you were younger, due to a foggy memory of the time, you could barely remember what the experience was like. Even so, you waited in line just as giddy as a child.

Your lover helps you into the pod before taking his place beside you. You hold your breath as the wheel begins to lift. The wheel rotates at a calm, even pace. Now you have a birds eye view of all the proceedings below and it makes for quite the surreal experience. You're up high enough to where everyone below almost resembles ants. The moon looks like a giant gleaming sphere overlooking any and everything. It looked so big and up close that you feel like you can reach out and grab it.

The ride was more soothing than you expected it to be despite the initial mild anxiety about being lifted up so high away from the ground. You're only marginally afraid of heights but you've never been the type to shy away from the big rides even if your friends were scared shitless of them.

When you look over at him, you see that he's quietly observing the view down below as well. What was it like to look at the world through his perspective? What was his thought process like? How did he feel about all this? About you? All you have to go on was his actions and if they were anything to go by, you're assured that you understand the depth of his feelings for you.

Your lips curled into a smile. You hoped the look accurately conveyed the gratitude you felt toward him. Personally, you couldn't be happier. He'd used this day to do everything you wanted without so much a complaint.

When a moderate chill whips by, the chill makes you shake violently.

You lay your head on his shoulder and close your eyes against the rising emotion. This wasn't the time for you to cry but you sure wanted to. It could be that you're overly emotional but you don't think that at all. Your feelings are as clear as day. And now, at the very second, you could've sworn that your heart was beating in tandem with his and all was right in the world.

You use the moment to take it all in and there's a brief moment of serenity at the highest point that you haven't achieved on the ground. Your heart was filled to the brim with contentment. The feeling was just so magical and enchanting. Maybe it's because you've experienced too many sensory overloads already. To put it quite frankly, you're on cloud nine. The whole day had been nothing but bliss and you got to spread it with your favorite person in the world. That truly meant something. It's a wonderful conclusion to a spectacular day.


The fireplace was immediately ignited with a minute of you and John arriving back at the cabin. Though you've never lived in a place where firewood was needed to generate heat, you're surprised at how fast warmth seems to circulate the space once kindled. Already watching the wood burn was quickly becoming one of your favorite things. You're just happy to be able to pull off the many layers of clothing and be away from the boots taken off and left at the door so as not to trek moisture over the cabin floors.

With the fire started, John followed suit and began to relieve himself of his own coat and boots.

It's then your eyes cut over and you notice the elaborate boxes of treats situated on the tabletop. True to word, the boxes had been delivered sometime while you and John were out. You can already smell the sweetness before you even opened the boxes.

You breathed him in deeply for a few seconds, if you were a cat you'd be purring. "Tonight was magical."

He merely allowed you to do so, showing no signs of disapproval. Although, it wasn't like your current indiscretions were unfamiliar to him.

"Are you warm?" He spoke quietly to you.

Even with the aroma of freshly lit candles, it's not enough to overpower John's scent from your nostrils .

"I'm getting there." You replied, wrapping your arms around his waist. "You smell good." Rather compulsorily, you start to nuzzle your face into his chest, breathing in the scent deeply, Trailing your hands up and down his strong back.

Considering the deep attachment you both had to one another, everything about him sets your soul alight.

Frankly, you're still riding a high from today and chocolate would only amply the feeling. Even in the intricate boxes, the chocolate pieces notably looked more appetizing than they did being presented in the store. Or maybe your sweet tooth was just going haywire. Whichever it was, you know you're about to go in on them. The sudden, gnawing hunger for something sweet wasn't unfamiliar and you found that you couldn't resist even if you tried.

Each one of the individual pieces looked as though handcrafted by God himself and you're ready to see if they're about to have your soul ascending to the pearly gates.

You chew the piece of chocolate confection with relish, completely taken about by how good it is. The dark brown candy melts in your mouth in seconds as it can't sit on your tongue for more than a few seconds before it liquified into a sweet fudge glaze. The taste nearly has you moaning in satisfaction. So you snatch up another piece then another, then a third afterwards. If you eat the whole box in one setting you know you'll be pissed but you can't help yourself. If it ends up happening, you can always get John to buy you more.

In the midst of you eating like a starved woman, that invitingly familiar heat settles itself at your back again.

"Want some?" You offer him, popping another piece into your mouth. You know he's never been all that fond of sweets as a whole but you take the consideration to ask.

He rejected the offer with a minuscule movement of the head. "No."

"Suit yourself." You shrug, turning your attention back to the box. You pretend not to notice the look in his eyes as he's watching you but you can't exactly ignore the tension that's been slowly brewing all today between the two of you but you still make a conscious effort to try.

The contract killer diverted his attention from the small piece of chocolate back to you. By now you know exactly what the look entailed and the temperature of the room suddenly seemed a few degrees hotter.

Without warning, a heavy hand slid smoothly under your chin and lifted your shocked face upwards. The other hand wrapped around your waist, pulling you close until you were flush against his body.

He used his slippery tongue to pry your lips open, sliding right past your barrier of teeth. You stood bewildered as he siphoned the chocolate right out of your mouth into his.

Arousal peaked almost immediately and your attempt at willful ignorance crumbled into nothing.

He does a minimal amount of chewing then swallows, before choosing to dive back into your open mouth for any lingering traces he didn't catch the first time. He essentially cleaned your mount of any chocolate residue. Truthfully, you're shocked by the mere action of him carrying it out. John sucked on your tongue some before pulling his lips away with an audible wet pop. Following that, you're left staring up at him like deer in headlights as he chewed and swallowed unabashedly.

You thought he said he didn't want any. If he truly wanted a piece all he had to do was ask not steal it from you in the manner he'd just done. Well, it seemed like he actually did want some - he just wanted it out of your mouth.

Your eyebrows immediately drew down. "Excuse you. I was eating that."

Brown eyes burned into yours with smothering intensity. "I'm aware."

"You don't even like sweets that much." You contested.

"However, I do find myself partial to only one kind of sweetness." He murmured lowly. Just from the low undertone of his already deep timbre, things were about to get heated. It appeared as though your night was about to slip into more dark, delicious territory.

"Oh…and what would that be?" You nervously ask, heart hammering in your chest cavity.

Fingertips traced along the waistband of your pants just before his hand dipped inside bypassing your panties and reaching your cunt. Your knees were at risk of buckling, skin prickling under his ministrations. The feeling of your lover's digits against your sensitive mound caused a flood between your thighs and he wasn't even touching you all that much.

He looked as though he was about to devour you whole. That combined with his intoxicating scent made it hard for you to pay attention to anything else. You don't understand how you keep forgetting that the austere man towering above you was just as if not more insatiable than you.

"This is the sweetest I've ever tasted. This very spot. You're warmest here." His breath tickled your ear.

A shiver ran down the entire length of your body. Your breath hitched in your throat, desperate need gripping you in that instant.

"You're correct. I'm not partial to sweets, however, I still find myself craving its taste at the moment."

You don't know what to say. The thought of what he was implying had you too stunned to speak, well, at least for a second.

"Oh…well. What are you gonna do about that?" You timidly questioned.

The answer was a starling one as you watched his eyes darken.


Without much thinking, you know how you ended up here - completely stripped of all your clothing and laid out on the floor in front of the fireplace getting every inch of your body licked clean. In the two days leading up to the trip, you and John hadn't had the chance to be intimate with one another but it wasn't like the idea hadn't crossed your mind at all.

With the darkly, sweet substance smeared across your supple flesh, John hungrily sucked and licked its essence away until you were breathless. You'd heard of people using food like fruit and cream during sex. Even in your wildest dreams, you could never see him doing something so licentious. He cleaned your sensitive brown areola of the sweetened dark chocolate he'd placed there with a wet tongue before delicately engulfing the pebbled bud into his awaiting mouth.

You lay sprawled across the floor getting chocolate eaten from every surface on your body. The sticky fudge had been strategically smeared on various parts of you. No part of you was left untouched by his mouth. Once your lover's tongue did one last fleeting pass over the soft mound of your breast, he moved further down to the lowest part of your body. The 'sweetest' according to him. You don't miss the lascivious connotation behind it.

He licks up your thighs slowly, skin tingling under his questing fingertips. Soon you felt warm breaths fanning across your pussy. The man slowly licked long stripes up and down your velvety folds, creating a delicious sort of friction that caused more liquid excitement to gather at your opening. His hot tongue danced along your soaked folds, in the same vein he'd tongued your mouth just a short while ago. He devoured you as though he absolutely loved the taste. Which according to him was a proven observation.

His hot, wet mouth flicked your engorged labia before closing over your clit once more, the amount of suction he applied there was mind-numbing. The way in which he sucked your clit made you so weak that you couldn't even lift your head. The variation of tongue action has your eyes rolling back. You back bowed up from the floor just as he dipped into the slit. He lapped at you like a man who hadn't had anything to drink in days, making heated eye contact while he did so. It's demonic for a man to be capable of using his tongue like this. You almost can't take the attention he was giving your cunt.

Gradually you begin to slowly close your legs out of reflex but John responded by gently pushing them back open. He splayed his palms over your open thighs, ensuring you kept them wide open to receive his hedonistic attention.

When he dipped lower, teasing the skin of your perineum and your hips nearly left the floor. You know about his fervent predilection for your asshole. You're also aware that it'd been some time since he'd indulged his desire for it. Fortunately, he wouldn't choose to act on the desire tonight since he bypassed it and continued showering your cunt in attention.

John's thumb circled your clit in an agonizing fashion whilst he continued delving the slick muscle inside of you as if he was fucking you with it and you were swept swiftly away in a wave of rapture.

It wasn't long before your body detonated, you cried out as you coated his entire face in slippery excitement. It shot out of your body with such intensity that you were worried that it might be urine and not your body's naturally produced juices. When he leaned back, it looked as though someone sprayed him in the face with a water hose.

The avaricious stare the man gave you when he pulled back in response was alarmingly thrilling. Darkly tinted brown eyes looked almost black as the man stared down at your panting, disheveled frame.

He reticently picked up a discarded shirt nearby and wiped his face dry. The shirt was then tossed to the side once more.

Shortly afterwards, John silently withdrew positioning himself back on his knees for stability, overlooking your tousled appearance. The hardness of his shaft at your weeping core was easily distinguishable no matter what state of mind you were in. Just as you thought he would enter, he did something that shocked you. He started gently tapping at your opening, inadvertently producing more moisture. He did it once, twice, three times until you were practically jumping at each soft strike. The move was calculating and deliberate and you'd be lying if you said it didn't surprise you.

He used his wet fingers to sensually coax your lips to part and allow them entry. The coated fingers pressed the chocolate on your tongue and held it there. Your lips closed around the two fingers, sucking them indulgently.

At some point, you realized that he finally stopped when his hips began to surge forward into your tightly clenching but eager body. With any difficulty, John slid into your pussy in one smooth thrust, the painfully delicious stretching sending shockwaves through your frame and you exhaled sharply in response. There's still some slight resistance from you but not for long. Like any other time, your lover's dick makes for a heavy pressure in your gut so much so that you were sure he could see the outline of it as it was seated inside of you. Pleasure soared through your overwrought frame soon after.

You have a hard time alternating your focus on the melting sweetness in your mouth and the hot steel made of flesh that was expertly plundering your depths. The chocolate in your mouth doesn't exactly do a fine job of keeping you from crying out. There's something enthralling about him feeding you chocolate while he synchronously feeds you every inch of his dick. Both of which provide you immeasurable sexual satisfaction.

Before he truly got to work, the hitman laid his musculature over you one last time, his tongue sliding seamlessly into your wet orifice with ease, intertwining his wet muscle with yours. It's the deliberately slow and titillating exploration of your mouth that gets you the most. He tentatively nibbled your lips while he repeatedly dipped into the warm, cavern of your quaking body.

You mewled loudly, not knowing what to do with your hands as they seemed to be all over the place.

He moved skillfully throughout your body as if he owned it, which now that you think about it wouldn't be hard for him to stake a claim on the matter. A man that knows your body better than you is a dangerous man. What could be more romantic than getting tossed in front of a fireplace. He's far from being a saint but he's respectful of your wishes and remains mindful of you as a whole.

Your lover paid you no mind, his gaze was fixated solely on the part where you and him were joined together in the most intimate way.

You didn't even realize that you kept inadvertently closing your legs around his waist until his sharp eyes arrested yours mere moments thereafter.

"Open them." He ordered. Nothing about the statement was a request - it was a command.

You quickly do as you're told, legs trembling open a second later.

He penetrated you with methodical precision and intent, eyes boring down at you with aroused intensity, gently pounding away as your head was lolling. He stared down at you beneath heavily lidded eyes. He was a witness to it all, every expression, every noise you made, every bodily movement.

The stroking motion in which he used his dick to massage your inner muscles left you breathless and squirming. The pleasure stacked on top of one another and on and on it went. The act itself disoriented your already overwrought mind.

In the midst of a long, drawn-out moan, John places yet another piece in your mouth and you struggle to consume, unable to do much but hold in on your tongue until it melted.

You can't even focus on swallowing the way he's moving his hips. He kept a slow exit, fast entry pace that made you writhing. Your inner walls fluttered him, clenching constantly with each lust driven penetration. The wave of ecstasy it brought was almost too much for you to handle. Against your better judgment, your legs started to close again.

This time however, he clearly didn't feel the need to repeat himself a second time. Choosing instead to heft both legs up at the thigh and change the position. John held your legs up near your head with the back of your knees positioned within the crook of his arms. That way you weren't able to close them even if you tried. The result was dizzying and soon you were fading in and out of pleasure.

The sound that came out of your mouth resembled nothing but a scream. Your hands scrambled along the floor, blindly reaching for something. What that something was…you didn't exactly know.

As a painful orgasm was ripped out of you, there was a strange feeling then a gush of wetness started to flow out of you. The wet squelch noise between your bodies had become blatantly resonant.

A strange expression touched John's calm mien for a brief moment and he paused to watch it happen, one of his brows hitched in what you assume to be surprised interest. To be under his intense perusal was nerve-wracking, not to mention it made you hyper sensitive about everything concerning yourself.

The expression on his face didn't reflect annoyance, he looked, dare you say, rather impressed if anything. Nonetheless, the man's reaction makes you cover your face in embarrassment; him intently watching it transpire made it completely mortifying. "I'm sorry. I don't know how I'm doing that."

The mortification soon shifted into object shock when John leisurely pulled from your body and wordlessly ambled from the room until he was completely out of your sight. You'd been left in the room and you could've just died right there on the floor.

The sound of unhurried footsteps returns and when you finally glance up, you spot him holding a thick towel in his right hand. The confusion only lasts for a moment or two before he kneels and your hips are being raised. The towel is spread out and placed neatly under you.

Oh. His actions suddenly made sense. Clearly, the issue wasn't you squirting, the issue was you squirting all over these people's hardwood floor. For some reason that made the current situation that much more illicit.

It took nothing for him to seat his hardened girth back into your snug passage and resume torturously impaling that sweet spot that instantly sent you into a tailspin of delirium. The added moisture had created a slippery sensation between yours and John's body. The intense hip rolling was doing you in quicker than you could process. The sheer thoroughness of it shocked you more than anything and it put more into perspective than you originally thought possible.

The phlegmatic man could do some real damage if he truly wanted to - he could be an absolute monster. You're not naive enough to believe you'd received all that he had to give sexually. In fact, you know full well that the professional killer could destroy you if he desired it. The closest you've come to seeing that side of him was the one time he'd 'punished' you and since then you were never able to forget it. If he went any harder he would've had his dick in your esophagus. On some level it embarrassed you might not have even minded if that were the case.

While he definitely took his pleasure from you, you can't help but feel that he kept his true desires at bay out of consideration for you. You knew he was displeased about you disobeying him but his behavior caught you completely off guard. The rational side of you never wanted to incur his indignation but the slutty part of you desperately wanted to experience it again at some point. Simply put, you wanted him to go in on you til you couldn't remember your own name. Given the type of man John was, he might not pulverize you even with your own instance. It might require a little push on your part to truly convince him. Whatever the circumstances, you wanted it to come to fruition eventually.

The pressure in your stomach gradually grew and you sobbed aloud at the strain. "I'm gonna cum." You gasped out shakily.

Right when you're on the brink of an orgasm the man snatches it away at the last second. Being the intuitive, perceptive man he was made it quite easy for him to pick up on your bodily cues and determine when you were about to reach your peak.

"What…nooooo!" You shrieked. "Why?"

"I have not given my permission for that." His cultured baritone replied.

Confusion bloomed. Permission? Just what did he mean by that?

The puzzled experience on your face dissipated when he commenced spearing your body with his stiff erection.

"Ohhh…shittt…mmhhhh." You sobbed, throwing your head back once more.

How long was he planning to edge you like this? However long it was you wouldn't be able to take it. Not when he was deliberately hammering away at your cervix like this. The bliss was too excruciating. He never willingly denied you release before and you had no idea how to handle it. It wouldn't surprise you that he secret had a sadistic streak.

"Ask me again." He huskily whispered.

Your voice was shaky and desperate as you pleaded, "Can I please cum?"

He regards you intensely for a moment then gives a calm, "No."

The clear denial cuts through you like a hot knife through butter and you can't believe he's not willing to let you cum. You can't believe he would be so enticingly cruel. You needed to alleviate that empty discomfort caused by him constantly withdrawing from your aching core and preventing you from climaxing.

He repeated the process over and over again, edging you and outright refusing to let you come. At one point, you didn't think you could hold out any longer. You only hope was to beg him and pray he finally granted you a proper release.

"I'll be good…please." You tried to plead, eyes clenched shut, hand clawing at his arms for stability, toes curling painfully.

"You've already made a mess. Do you think you deserve it?" He mockingly cooed despite his tone remaining level.

The pounding thrusts intensified and you were quickly reduced to a pile of quivering nerves. "Please. Please." You rasped brokenly, the distress in your voice palpable.

Tension accumulated in your stomach, forming a tight knot that was due to unravel. And it only takes a bit more of concentrated pounding to have you emitted a loud cry, core completely unraveling. Hot white ecstasy rips right through you in that moment, breaking you apart and putting you back together at the same time. Pleasure suffocated each and every strand of sense you had, retching it further from under your grasp.

You wailed incoherently, unable to do much else. It takes about five minutes for you to regain at least some of your senses. You lay completely wrecked on the floor, panting and extremely exhausted while John soon filled you with his life's essence, pumping you with a generous load of semen. After so much time, you'd grown used to the satisfying feeling and you hadn't had the chance to speak with him about doing it less. Birth control was one thing but you wondered how a talk with him wearing condoms would go after he'd literally been rawing you since the day you both met.

What good would it do now?


The plumes of steam floated around both your bodies as you straddled your lover in the bathtub. The temperature of the water left the room humid and steamy water felt heavenly on your breathed in the aroma of the scented bubble bath mixed with your significant other's natural scent. John held your jaw in place with a firm hand, more so out of habit than anything else.

Soft pliant lips lazily brushed against one another, softly parting and weaving together seamlessly in a sensual dance and kissing deeply. Both of your lips alternated by moving against one another and wantonly sucking each other's tongues, the faint taste of chocolate delight and your own distinguishable bodily essence still present. You don't exactly know how long you've been kissing each other deeply but he works your mouth masterfully.

After one last ardent pass you pull away to look at John's calm visage, steely brown eyes bore into your dazed ones with raw passion.

Gazing into your lover's eyes longingly had you thinking of quite a few things. After partaking in carnal activities, you figured it was the perfect time to make any wants requests known.

"I suppose you wouldn't mind me asking for something else?" You whispered, leaning further into his body.

A lithe hand slid over the rounded globes of your rear, tenderly caressing them before his digits slid into the crevice between the globes. A forefinger settled over the puckered opening of your anus and you tensed slightly, sucking in a startled breath. The finger lingered there, not pressing in but simply establishing its presence.

For a moment, you thought he might penetrate the delicate hole and the thought caused you some mild anxiety. This was the second time tonight that he'd shown a perverse interest in the bundle of nerves and you think he may very well be considering acting on that interest very soon.

"No…there's something I want as well." The man murmured darkly.


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