Heavy Sweetness Ash Like Frost Novels & Stories

That he is for me. My tongue goes numb when he groans down my throat. Every tiny taste bud is awakened. Asher tastes like almonds and vodka and sex and dreams. He nips my bottom lip, then my chin, creating enough suction just above my breasts to leave a mark—a reminder that I am his. The purple will match the bruises his palms are making on my ass. Maybe I’m becoming perverse, but the thought of his marks on me … signaling I belong to him … drives my heat higher. “Your pussy just got tighter,” he pants. “Why? Tell me.”

“Come on. Please don't tell me you're angry that I was brought home by Asher instead of you. I objected to your request because I didn't want you to pause on something important just because you wanted to bring me home when I knew I could have done so myself.” “But I asked, Frosty. I wanted to do it.” He says gently with a sigh and unfolds his arms. “Moreover, I can't believe you've already crossed paths with Asher already. He is never generous to anyone just because he is some fucking saint. He always wants something in return, especially if he is aiming for a fine catch like you.” “What do you mean by that?” I ask. He leans backwards into the couch. “You know what I mean, Frosty. Just be c

"Lead the way, um....." "Frederick, Your Highness." The tall Elf answered. "My name is Frederick but most people call me Fred." "I will never forget your kindness Frederick whom most people call Fred." Prince Ron said with a smile. "Let's go." Frederick chuckled as they began to walk. "Tell me about Ashenmore, Your Highness. Is it similar to Netheridge?" "Similar?" Prince Ron gasped. "They're like vanilla and chocolate. Completely different. We have many seasons in Ashenmore you know. We have spring, summer, fall and winter but you guys have only one season which is winter. It's cold all year round."

Her body went limp, and she felt as if she couldn't move. Ash's kiss felt more bitter and painful than the one he had previously felt, which felt sweet and hot. She felt discomfort in the kiss, which made Freya feel even more devastated by each of Ash's pathetic kisses. It was as if he did it for forgiveness for all the misunderstandings, violence, and all his attitudes in the past that had hurt Freya too much.

🎀CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT🎀 Moonlight spread across the celestial river, turning the water silver. The river rested at the peak of the mountain, high above the world, so close to the moon it felt unreal. The air was cold and thin, filled with a quiet power that pressed against the skin. Asher stepped forward. The moment his foot touched the water, his breath caught. It burned, yet soothed at the same time, like fire and ice moving together. He didn’t stop.

The grass is like stain, as I join him, letting it crept up my bare legs. "All your feelings here, as a mortal, are heightened. Everything will feel softer, harder, taste nicer, and repulsive. Right now Aspen has a few dampers on your emotions, to help with how you cope. At least that's what I assume he's up to. Remember, they never consulted me with any of this," Asher grumbles, looking out over the cliff. "My heart bleeds for you," I mutter sarcastically. Asher shakes his head at me, his eyes blazing. "I see your attitude hasn't been hindered at all. Unfortunate."

"Not even in your wildest dreams. It was just punishment for staring at my boyfriend too long and running that smart mouth of yours." Ashley looked over at me. "Tell her, Lexter." That was cue for 'finish the job, Lexter.' I pushed off the couch and walked over until I was right in front of Sloane. Close enough to see the goosebumps rising on her caramel skin. To smell that scent again. Not cheap perfume and poor people like Ashley said. Try grapes crushed under bare feet… fermenting into something stronger. Something that could fuck you up if you weren't careful. I should know. I wasn't that careful.

The sapphire frost did not fall like snow. It fell like shards of a broken sky, silent and razor-sharp, each flake carrying a microscopic weight of the Void. Where it touched the jasmine petals, the flowers didn't just wither; they crystallized into brittle blue glass that shattered with a sound like a dying gasp. The sweet scent of the valley was replaced by the ozone of the Deep—a cold, metallic smell that made the lungs ache and the blood turn to slush.

A single drop of my blood lands in the mixture. I flinch, reaching to remove the beaker before it turns toxic... but something changes. The black froth fades. The chaos stills. The liquid shifts from sludge to a luminous gold, like honey caught in sunlight. I stare, wide-eyed, breath frozen in my throat. Tentatively, I sniff it. The aroma is sweet, clean, tinged with floral notes and the soft burn of ginger. It’s not the Ashthorne blend... no, this is new. Something altered. Something… mine.

I commented, surprised that somehow in this same universe, I had something in common with a billionaire man. "I practically live on the stuff!" He exclaimed, intrigued. "It's just…so good! Like…how do I even describe-" "Like biting into heaven, but it isn't exactly heaven. It's just freshly baked bread that tastes a bit like cotton candy but has a cheesy flavor, too, then a little hint of chocolate when you chew?" Asher chuckled loudly, "That's the most descriptive description I'd been told in a while. I guess you're right, and it just tastes like happiness. I have a feeling you just described your best dishes in one not-so-complex statement."