Heavy Sweetness Ash Like Frost Novels & Stories

Tbh: you seem cool Tbh: you cute for a dark skin girl Tbh: you would be fine as fuck if you was light skin I reread the last two Tbhs over and over again, I didn't realize I was crying till I saw my tear drops hit my phone screen "cute for a dark skin girl" "you would be cute if you was light skin" those words replayed in my head as if it was a catchy song that I couldn't stop singing.

OF: Perhaps SL: Damn, I like you PS: I like her too WG: I'm positively neutral AJ: I hate her OF: Stop rating me like a seven-star room -_- AJ: I don't like you OF: Of course, you don't because LOVE me OF: Understandable OF: None of this replies my question PS: Asher loves sweets of all kinds, especially chocolates or chocolate-based sweets, pastries, and candies OF: That explains why he ate some of mine OF: But oh my god OF: Ashybear is addicted to sweets. They are about to explode again OF: I can imagine him munching on his chocolate candies while snipping some fingers :) MC: What the hell is wrong with you MC: I'm sorry about her

Before he could react, I jerked his monstrous cock rapidly. My eyes dripped onto the head of his cock covered in frosting. My mouth watered at the sight, and I couldn’t resist running my tongue over the tip, tasting the frosting. It tasted so fucking good. It wasn’t that sweet, just enough to my liking. “Ah,” he moaned. “How does it taste?” he managed to ask. I smirked. “Tastes better on your cock.” My grip around his shaft tightened, making him groan. His hips jerked involuntarily, a low groan escaping his lips. I licked the frosting, making sure it was completely clean. He cursed repeatedly under his breath.

“Did this explain what I had overheard earlier? So many things about all this just seem wrong or confusing to me.” As we went inside the shop, Ashley put her hand over her mouth for a moment. Vanilla, chocolate and waffle cone scents greeted us. Light from the sun made me feel safer when I was there. A place where horrific things shouldn’t happen. I stood at the counter and told them I’d like a caramel swirl sundae served with extra whipped cream. After this, we were able to relax at a small table in the corner. I sampled a piece. It tasted good—cold, with a lot of sugar and comforting. Ashley pretended to make a big sigh after taking a spoonful of mint chocolate chip.

Having a nip is also, at times, the only thing that can keep us from freezing to death in the colder seasons. Every family has their own unique recipe and blend. I’m partial to Aya’s because it’s not quite as sweet as the rest. I don’t know what she uses, but the botanical concoction is as herbal as it is fruity and doesn’t hurt your teeth or turn your stomach after more than a few sips.

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.

Holy shit. My eyes widened. My head practically exploded with flavor. The heat bloomed across my tongue, warm and addictive, perfectly balanced with a subtle smokiness I had never tasted before. It wasn’t just good. It was insanely good. I took another fry, then another, chewing faster, my whole body reacting like I was tasting heaven for the first time. I leaned back against the bed, eyes half-closed in pure bliss, letting out a low, satisfied groan. “This is dangerous,” I muttered to myself, already reaching for a third fry.

The journey north was a descent into a winter that had no right to exist. The land, which should have been shaking off the last vestiges of spring's thaw, was locked in a premature, unnatural frost. The air was still and heavy, carrying not the scent of pine and earth, but the sharp, metallic tang of sorcery. It was a cold that seeped into the bones, a chill that no fire could truly chase away, a physical manifestation of the Ashen Paw's advance.

“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.

The forest floor was soft beneath his paws, the scents of earth and pine filling his nostrils as he pushed himself faster, harder. Suddenly, Asher’s pace quickened, his head snapping up as he caught an unexpected scent in the air. It was faint at first, just a whisper on the breeze, but it was enough to send a shock of recognition through him. His heart pounded as he inhaled deeply, the scent growing stronger—sweet, enticing, utterly irresistible. Without a second thought, Asher surged forward, his focus narrowed to a single point. Carlisle called out behind him, his voice tinged with confusion and concern, but Asher barely registered it. He knew that scent, knew it with a certainty that sho