روايات وقصص ضمن Heavy Sweetness Ash Like Frost

Every time I would take him deep into my mouth and gag, he would grip my hair and push my head down more. This makes me realise that Asher loves hearing the sound of me gagging on his dick, so to make him explode like never before, I keep deepthroating him, using my hand to stroke and suck him at the same time. It wasn’t long before he breathes out a strained “Fuck!” and shot his load into my mouth. When I swallow, I notice the sweetness in his taste, which was a far cry from a typical jock’s. It must be because Asher wasn’t really a big beer drinker or smoker.

Asher was literally his boss's favourite. " Whatever, but who likes black coffee with ice-cream." Aunty cringed and I felt like hugging her. We had so much in common. " Oh, yes. His coffee is just too dark to swallow." I gulped at the taste of it. Asher was allergic to sugar, expect ice-creams of course. He could demand them at any time of the day with dark coffee. She giggled. "I actually wonder what I used to eat during my pregnancy that I have Asher."

I'm in deep shit. This love thing is too deep for my taste...

POV: Ash Ryder "Get out of my way, you mindless filth, or I’ll paint this ice with whatever rot you have for blood!" Ash’s voice was no longer the steady, commanding baritone of the Silverfang Alpha. It was a jagged, raw snarl that vibrated with a terrifying lack of restraint. He lunged forward, his silver dagger flashing in a lethal arc as it sank into the neck of a Shadow-beast. The creature, a twisted mass of smoke and elongated bone, didn't even have time to hiss before Ash ripped the blade sideways, decapitating it with a spray of violet ichor that sizzled against the frozen ground.

Ashton asked focusing on how to dip his spoon inside the ice cream without her noticing which he successful did. “ Yes, I tend do a lot of weird things, behave bitchy to people and do things I might probably regret.” She told him, he froze then wondered if she regret the kiss. He sighed then licked the ice cream off the spoon. “ Fuck ! Why did it taste like toothpaste ? ” He asked eyeing the bowl in disgust. “ Toothpaste ? It tastes just fine, something is wrong with your taste buds.” She told him as she took one of the hot wings and dip inside the ice cream.

She screamed then glared at me as if that would stop me. I tsk when she attempts to close her legs and place my shoulders in between, so she can’t close them. An electric shiver courses through her when I lower my mouth to her core, hovering but not touching. She moans when I inhale deeply despite the slight embarrassment I sense in her. Aurora's flavor is divine, reminiscent of the memory from that fateful night after I laid my wife to rest. It's a taste that lingers on the tongue, rich with layers of sweetness and depth, evoking emotions buried deep within my soul.

she shook her head as she poured the purple liquid into two tiny glasses . "These are not white hibiscus .Though they look extremely similar.These are Snow Frost flowers .They only grow in -10 degree Celsius. In our kingdom in top of mountains .That too only some mountains "Snow frost ?.I have heard this word before .My mom used to make all sorts of experiments inside the castle and she would write all the ingredients and things she needed on a piece of paper and tell me to go give it one of the guards .I have seen the name Snow Frost a few times . "So what are we waiting for .Let's drink it "She handed me two petals of the flower and she took 2 for herself.She put it slowly in her drink and

Ash continues talking, “I won’t take more. It’s for them, I wasn’t trying to take any.” She nods, giving him a concerned look, Kai thought about the taste of her milk. It was very odd, like witch’s moss and something bitter. The books said things like cream and honey and other nice things, but hers didn’t, maybe it was all the medicine she’d been given. She groans, and pants as she comes. Kai looks up at him, and he smirks. She’s always delicious, her come, her blood, her mouth, even the taste of her skin.

This fucking Demigod looked like he had just walked out of a magazine. I had always wondered how he'd look while naked. Sorry, us. And here we were, clothes ripped off and ready for sin. “You'd be my stepsister in a few weeks, don't you care?” I shook my head quickly, almost like cutting him off. “No, I don't.” “This is forbidden.” He pressed a smirk on his lips. He wasn't just interrogating me, he wanted to know the level of my desperation—how eager I was for this. “Rotten Fruit tastes sweetest,” I mentioned, grinning like an idiot. “Soren, now I don't care about fucking taboos.”

The cloying sweetness of honey cut with the bitter dust of dark chocolate. The chill of ashes carrying the bite of frost on its back. The sharp, green sting of pine needles steeped in the raw, living juice of crushed thistles. And pressing down over it all, the metallic tang of a coming storm fused with the electric crackle of ozone. A tempest of predatory signatures rose in the cold dawn, churning in the air with no challenge, but only submission and the clearing of a path. They forged an invisible wall of absolute protection at my back, a crushing vanguard that claimed the night.