Even as Ashley's anger flowed, it ebbed as though the contact with his face drew most of it out of her.  Not knowing what to expect, his release did not startle her, she had nothing to compare it to, so to her it must be normal.<br/><br/>Startled when he slapped her, her head reeled and she grabbed at his arm when he clutched her throat.  Anger again welled up inside her, she mayhaps should have been afraid, but she did not fear him, even though he could have easily snapped her in half.  Perhaps she didn't fear him because she no longer feared dying.<br/><br/>Her struggling against his hold ended just as quickly with his tender kiss.  Then he was rubbing his own discharge into her lips and asking her to speak to him of his taste and in a quiet voice she did.<strong>"You taste salty and nutty like almonds."</strong>Then scooping up a fingerfull she laughed and popped it into her mouth only to lean over and kiss him sliding the treat from her mouth to his.<strong> "See what I mean."</strong>she whispered against his lips.<br/><br/>Then with a laugh, she spun running away from him.