The Chocolate Touch Novels & Stories

I whispered to the empty room, though my hands were shaking. The silence that followed wasn't peaceful; it was charged. I knew Xavier. He was probably vibrating with a mix of lethal embarrassment and possessive fury right now. But the way his voice had softened at the end—that low, sugary growl that promised 'consequences'—made a heat bloom in my stomach that had nothing to do with hunger. I reached for the bar of vintage dark chocolate I’d liberated from his secret stash behind The History of the Byzantine Empire. It was rich, bitter, and tasted like victory.

Instead, I unwrap the second chocolate and hold it out to him. “Here. You should have one too.” He shakes his head. “They’re for you.” “Please,” I say, my voice breaking. “I don’t want to eat it alone.” He hesitates, then takes it from me, his fingers brushing against mine. The touch is fleeting, but it sends a scare to my brain. I'm not used to contact from anyone here. But Theo has never minded it. He pops the chocolate into his mouth, and for a moment, we just sit there in silence, the taste of cocoa lingering between us.

Lorenzo’s thumb circled the sensitive tip, sending shivers through Kingsley’s overstimulated body. Lorenzo lifted his hand to his mouth, licking the release clean while holding Kingsley’s gaze. That sight stirred Kingsley’s arousal anew. Lorenzo finally looked away, eyes closing, lips parting as his movements grew erratic. Kingsley knew climax neared—and it hit, Lorenzo groaning deeply.

Speedy Fudge was one of Lancaster Group's most popular chocolate products…a rich, creamy bar with caramel swirls that Pascal absolutely adored. "Really?" "A whole one just for you," Tiana confirmed, smiling. "Okay!" Pascal threw his arms around her neck. "Come back fast, okay?" "I will, baby." She hugged him tight. When she stood, her eyes met Nikolai's. He was glaring at her with his dark eyes hard with something that looked like anger. Or maybe accusation. She couldn't tell and didn't care. She ignored him completely, turning away without acknowledging his presence. "Bye, Pascal. Be good for Maryann."

He drained the bowl. She set the bowl on the floor and pulled out a piece of chocolate. Silver foil, crumpled—she'd been clutching it the whole journey. She peeled the foil back and pressed the chocolate into his hand. "Eat if you're hungry." His hand was shaking so badly the chocolate nearly fell. He pinched it between his fingers and put it in his mouth. Sweet. God, so sweet it tipped over into bitterness, melting slow on his tongue—thick, bitter, sweet. He swallowed. The chocolate slid down his throat, burning a warm trail through his chest.

Olívia swallowed hard. Slowly, Liam dipped his fingers into the chocolate and let the dark ribbon slide along her neck, contrasting against her warm skin. There was no rush in the gesture. It was calculated provocation. Silent control. “Relax…” he murmured, slowly tasting the chocolate from her skin in a deliberate, teasing motion. “I’m going to show you pleasures you’ve never known before.” Olívia closed her eyes in surrender, feeling not only his touch, but the absolute certainty that she was exactly where she wanted to be.

“Okay, David.” He smiled and stood up. He pulled me gently to my feet and kissed me. The kiss started soft but quickly became deeper. His tongue pushed into my mouth. His hands moved over my body, unbuttoning my blouse. He pushed it off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. His fingers traced my breasts, squeezing them gently, pinching my nipples until they hardened. “You are still so beautiful,” he whispered. “I have missed touching you like this.”

I watched him for a moment, unsure whether I was being buttered up or… if he really felt that way. He leaned forward slightly, voice softer now. “And that’s what I want to build, Ms. Ostara. Experiences that slow people down. Touch memory. Chocolate isn’t just taste—it’s scent, sound, warmth. It’s presence. You’ve built something beautiful here. I want to honor that.” It was subtle, but I felt it. The sincerity. Not beneath the charm—but within it. That was rare. I nodded slowly. “You’ve thought this through.” “I’ve felt it through,” he corrected.

Although her Nan had her way of coping with things, she baked, baked, and baked until she was so distracted that her mind would be to focus on the task to remember her Daughters death. It broke her heart. Harlow noticed the fresh-baked muffins and chocolate truffles? What a wired combo, she thought. Picking one up, she smiled. "It was fine; nothing unusual happened." She replied, taking a bite out of the truffle; once the sweet and creamy chocolate hit her mouth, she knew it felt like heaven. "Mmmm, this is so good." "You like?" Nodding her head as she took another bite. "Yes, are you kidding me? This is amazing!"

The separation of the two has never happened. Andy pushed the menu in front of Harris, "Choose a drink!" Harris waved his hand, "I don't drink anything; I have to go home after talking. Tonight, my company has a small party." Andy nodded when he heard that and assessed Harris, just like when they were still in love. Suddenly, Andy's hand reached out, wanting to touch his cheek. Harris jerked backward, the air thick with embarrassment. Andy curled his lips into a smile, narrowing his eyes, and gently stroked Harris' cheek with his thumb.