Heavy Sweetness Ash Like Frost Novels & Stories

Letting the cup drift from my lips, I let my tongue dart out and taste the sweet-smelling liquid. My face flushed instantly, my tongue tingling as my throat warmed. There was pomegranate laced with lemon and honey, with undertones of sweet cream. That small taste, I could feel it creeping to the deepest corners of my body, filling me with heat. My reaction must have satisfied Ash because a sultry grin formed on his face. He brought the glass up to his lips and drank, oblivious to the curse my friend placed on him.

Inside, the scent of fresh croissants and cocoa welcomed them. They were given a seat by the window and immediately given what they ordered. Ivy cradled a steaming mug of hot chocolate between her hands, her lashes lowered as she blew gently across the surface. Damon leaned back, studying her like she was far more captivating than the snowy peaks outside. “You’re staring again ” she muttered, biting into a buttery croissant. “I could stare all day,” Damon replied smoothly, his deep voice curling around her. “This…you here with me.....it’s the most beautiful sight in Switzerland ”

"It’s darker than the last batch. Richer, I think." Zoey tasted it and gasped. "Oh my god, that’s amazing! You’re a natural." Ashley laughed, and for a second I almost didn’t recognize her. There was none of that sharp competitiveness I remembered from Royal Taste. Just warmth. I stood silently for a few more seconds before clearing my throat. Ashley spun around, eyes wide. "Vienna! Good morning," she said quickly, wiping her hands on her apron and straightening up like a soldier.

Pushing me toward Orion while still holding old dislike in his chest. The cars stopped in front of the mansion. My heart slammed harder as we stayed seated. Ash’s grip tightened around my hand when the doors opened and guards stepped out first. Then a white-haired boy walked out. Thin black shirt. Shorts. “That’s hot,” Ash said. A head shake followed, knowing he had already found his next bad idea. A quiet hope followed that his mate would one day pull him into something steadier. The air shifted. My body knew before my mind caught up. That scent. Chocolate and cinnamon. Comfort and heat. Years had passed since the last time it wrapped around me, yet it hit just the same.

The smell of old smoke lingered in the air, faint but unmistakable. The conservatory was humid and alive, ferns brushing her shoulders like reaching fingers as she slipped inside. Moonlight turned the glass walls into mirrors. Marcus waited by the central fountain, a glass of something amber in his hand. He looked every inch the predator in a tailored black shirt, sleeves rolled up to reveal corded forearms. "You're late," he drawled. "I'm here. What do you want?" Eve kept her voice low, arms crossed tight over her chest.

Cassidy was pouring herself another shot, while Breyona grabbed a few containers of ice cream from the freezer. “We’re just teasing…” Cassidy giggled and tossed back the strong-scented liquor. Her perfect pout remained in place even though I knew her throat must be burning. “…I think every she-wolf dreams of meeting her mate that way. It’s just so strange seeing Asher wrapped around someone’s finger with how untouchable he can be.”

it would be fantastic to roam around the world like this. He made me lie on the bed and picked up a bottle from the table. He measured out a teaspoon full of thick black liquid and placed it near my lips. Looking at its texture, I was tempted to refuse, but he said, “Drink it. It will help you recover. Moreover, it will heal any internal injuries you have.” Thinking about my baby, I opened my mouth. It was not at all yucky or bitter as I expected; rather, it tasted like blackberries, croissants, and litchis packed all in one.

I notice an aftertaste on my tongue. There was something in the food. “That's right,” Frostgrave says, reading my thoughts. “An aphrodisiac in an extremely strong dose.” I cry out as another painful spasm jolts my body, knocking me to the cold floor, where I writhe and moan. It's like the heat I experienced in the Zone, only ten times worse. My nipples are now so hard and swollen they feel like they're going to burst. Between my legs, my throbbing sex is flowing with a warm layer that's running down my ass and pooling on the floor.

But when they got on their seat, Vladimir was giving Ashlyn a very teasing look and she blushed over it. “Shut up.” Ashlyn rolled her eyes as she warned Vladimir from teasing her. “Your cute when you’re being jealous and possessive at the same time.” Vladimir whispered but it was very clear to Ashlyn’s sensitive hearing. “Whatever.” Ashlyn took the first bite of her ice cream. “So did you like the flavor?” he asked about the flavor would taste like. “Yep, mint chocolate with vanilla milk and the add-ons were making it neutral for my taste buds over ice cream.” Ashlyn smiled as she commented on how good the mix was in her ice cream taste buds.

I whispered in between kisses. “The Ghosts of Christmas Past’, come watch it with me.” “Aha,” I responded absently drunk in Ash’s scent. His scent was a mix of desire and danger; it was intoxicating. All we had to do was walk out that door and I could be drunk... “Lee!” Ben yelled again. Ash exhaled, “It’s like having a third child in the house.” One who needed to be hit! But...“I’m sorry. I did promise,” I said, pulling him with me, “Come watch it with us.”