Heavy Sweetness Ash Like Frost Novels & Stories

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.

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.”

I try to breath deep, and calm down, until Ash starts walking towards me… looking like I am going to be his desert. “Oh, yeah? And what flavour would you be?” I am sure he’s trying to be se.xy but I’ve lost any ounce of composure as I hear Ty. 'I’ll be any da.mn flavour you want me to be Lover Boy.' I have tears streaming down my face, and I can barely make out Ash’s face, but I do catch the confusion, to startled, to ‘oh my goddess really’ looks cross his face in rapid succession. I barely calm myself when Jan pipes up.

He spat and I think he knows he can’t take that back anymore. “A toast then,” I replied almost instantly. I don’t want any dead awkward air after that. We had a toast and we both took a sip of the whiskey. “Fuck, this tastes better than vodka.” I almost screamed. It still tasted like alcohol but there’s definitely a distinct vanilla and sweet honey taste wafting from it. “I know.” Ambrose nodded. There came the impeding reign of silence after that. The sound of the television was the only thing that I can hear. I looked at Ambrose and he seemed like he’s gone on a deep thinking journey.

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.

Anyone who feels it will get goosebumps. Arsen smiled slightly more towards the grin. “Her lips taste so sweet, don’t they? Soft and sweet. The perfect mix to get you hooked.” WHACK!!!!!! To be continued...

“Hope you have enough space in your tummy because there's still a lot more to come,’’ he said as he grinned at me. I could feel my excitement building as I tried to imagine the next thing that I would taste. The next foreign delicacy. “I can't remember the last time I tasted this,” Asher murmured. As I continued to sip on my cocktail, I could feel the strong after taste of the alcohol, fruits and something else that I couldn't quite place my finger on.

he had no reason to not like her " how do you know that I don't like you?" " it is very obvious. I can even smell it" " you are crazy " " No, I am saying the truth, I really can smell it. it smells very sour, like lemon, I bet it tastes like lemon too " Kira stuck out her tongue as if wanting to taste the air around him. Asher looked at her like she had completely lost her mind. "Why do you look like my mother?"

I began. “No,” Zephyr groaned. “His taste buds are broken; everything’s ‘paper’ to him.” “But he liked my cooking at the cottage,” I argued. Asher set the glasses down. “That’s the miracle: my taste came back when I ate your food.” Zephyr’s jaw dropped. “Serious?” “Absolutely,” Asher said. “Her meals aren’t paper. They’re… home.” Zephyr whistled. “Then she’s your cure.”

Came her response. Anton nods, " do you drink hoping it gets sweeter in the process? " He asked again. Ashley could understand where he is heading," unless I add a cube of sugar into it, I can't expect it to become sweet all of a sudden " She answered just the way Anton wanted her to. "I'm glad you said it yourself unless you add the sweet cube into it" He turns to her, " you can't expect the best without putting force in getting it. You can't have a happy ending if you don't strive for one"