Heavy Sweetness Ash Like Frost Novels & Stories

I didn't answer. Before Isaac could say anything else, I kept my eyes fixed on the snow falling before me. Suddenly, a little girl ran over and handed me a rose made of snow. "I wish you a long, healthy life and happiness every single day, pretty lady!" I accepted the rose and patted her head. "You, too, kiddo." She stood on her tiptoes and whispered in my ear, "A handsome guy asked me to give you this flower. He told me not to tell you, but you're so pretty that I decided to betray him."

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."

My wolf stirs beneath my skin, purring at his possessive energy, but I force my posture to remain firm, my heavy curves shifting as I take the silver bowl from his hand. "No need," I say, my voice raspy and low. "I can feed myself, Asher." I turn my head and force down the rest of the bitter herbal broth. My brow furrows tight because I absolutely despise the metallic smell of silver-root, but a dark, low chuckle rumbles from deep inside Asher’s chest. He reaches over, his massive fingers dipping into a bowl on the table to slip a soft, sugary plum past my lush lips, instantly washing away the bitter taste of medicine. Satisfied, he rises from his seat and strides back to the heavy leather 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."

“There’s something else. Under the bond scent. It’s faint but… warm?” “Warm?” I repeated, confused. “And sweet,” Maya added, looking even more puzzled. “Not perfume sweet. Not food sweet. More like… life sweet.” That made the room go still. My eyes shifted to Kane, then Asher. Kane’s face had gone unreadable, but his gaze dropped briefly to my stomach before snapping back up so fast I almost missed it. Asher looked between the twins and me, suddenly alert in a way that made my heart kick. Ivy, who had been amused by the packing chaos a minute ago, went strangely quiet inside my head.

“It just smells like copper and wet earth, Beta Thorne.” “Focus past the decay, Luna,” Thorne’s voice dropped, demanding authority. “Separate the iron in the blood from the stone of the room. Find the lineage.” I took a slow breath letting Ash push toward the surface. Then I smelled it. A sharp, distinct scent cut through the dust—like pine needles and burnt cedar. “It’s... sharp. Cold. A northern mountain pack?” “House Frost-Peak. Sealed forty years ago,” Thorne countered, a small perceptible nod of approval tilting his chin. He slid another cylinder toward me. ‘Again.”

“I can do sweet.” “Really?” The thunder from the last lighting finally rumbled. The storm was still several miles away. “Give me a sample of sweet.” “Sugar,” he said in a dark, silky voice. He wasn’t even looking at her. With nothing but his voice, he was melting her bones. If she didn’t get him up to her room— “Maple syrup.” Shannon blinked. “Huh?” “Honey. You wanted sweet, I’m giving you sweet. Chocolate cake.

"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.

Nervous at first but it morphs into something searing hot, slowly building into a rolling inferno. Asher takes his time exploring my mouth, he nips at my lips, slowly biting and sucking it through his teeth, making me shiver and moan into his mouth. He slides his hands to the nape of my neck and threads his fingers through my hair, pulling gently. I moan against his lips as he devours my essence. The world around us seems to not exist like it is just us. Asher tastes is everything, like cinnamon, honey, and home. I’m not sure how many minutes pass as we explore each other’s mouths, but it’s not enough, I want more.