Before Sunrise Touches Earth We Forgive What Hurt Us by Vik Rowan Tate 11 Summary
In Chapter 11 of “Before Sunrise Touches Earth We Forgive What Hurt Us,” Rosette finds herself in a precarious emotional state as she interacts with Axel. He reveals a softer, more vulnerable side that both intrigues and unsettles her. Despite her mother’s warnings about men like Axel, Rosette feels an undeniable pull towards him, even as she tries to maintain her defenses. Their banter is charged with tension; Axel’s teasing nature only serves to heighten her irritation and attraction, pushing her to confront her feelings.
As Axel inches closer, the physical proximity amplifies the intensity of their interaction. Rosette struggles with her desire and the fear it brings, feeling cornered both emotionally and physically. Despite her attempts to assert control, she finds herself drawn into a passionate kiss that leaves her breathless and confused. The moment is both exhilarating and terrifying, as Axel seems to understand the turmoil within her, prompting her to question her own feelings and the implications of their connection.
Meanwhile, Kade observes the dynamic between Axel and Rosette from a distance, feeling a mix of curiosity and irritation. He notices Rosette’s contrasting demeanor with Axel’s charm, which further piques his interest. Kade grapples with his own emotions, aware that he is affected by Rosette’s presence but unwilling to confront the depth of his feelings. His interactions with Kross reveal a shared struggle with their attraction to her and the complications it brings, especially with the looming challenges of their instincts.
The chapter culminates in a moment of solitude for Kade, who finds himself unable to escape his thoughts about Rosette. As he wanders the mansion, he longs for peace but is instead confronted by the chaos of his feelings. The sight of Rosette on the balcony serves as a poignant reminder of the emotional storm brewing within him, suggesting that their lives are intricately intertwined in ways they have yet to fully understand.
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**Before Sunrise Touches Earth We Forgive What Hurt Us by Vik Rowan Tate**
**Chapter 11**
**ROSETTE**
In that moment, everything felt precarious, as though I stood on the edge of a cliff, peering into an abyss of uncertainty. Axel was unveiling a side of himself that was foreign to me—a gentler, more vulnerable version that stirred a tempest of conflicting emotions within my heart. Did he truly believe that this fleeting encounter we shared could blossom into something enduring, something routine? He was sorely mistaken; I wouldn’t allow it.
My mother had always cautioned me about men like him, and now, standing here, I could hear her voice echoing in my mind—this was a perilous game, and it needed to be halted before it spiraled out of control.
“And where will you be, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice dripping with a teasing familiarity that made my skin crawl, igniting a fire of irritation within me.
“None of your business,” I shot back, my tone sharp and laced with venom, erecting a defensive wall between us. “And for the love of all that’s holy, stop calling me that.”
Axel’s expression remained unflinching, his pleasant demeanor unshaken, as if he floated high above the clouds, impervious to my irritation. “Stop calling you what? Sweetheart? I don’t think I’ll ever stop. There’s something delightfully amusing about it, especially considering how anything but sweet you are.” A mischievous glint danced in his eyes as he stepped closer, forcing me to retreat until the cold, unyielding wall pressed against my back.
“Well… you’re only sweet when your eyes are clouded with pleasure,” he continued, his voice a low, teasing whisper. “That’s what makes me like you more. You know those overly sweet girls who are all sunshine and teddy bears? They make me sick.”
“Shut up, Axel,” I snarled, baring my teeth in frustration. “Can’t you manage to be quiet for just a moment?”
Yet he continued to close the distance between us, his presence looming over me like a thunderstorm, and I found myself stepping back until escape was no longer an option. Axel halted, his hands casually tucked into his pockets, tilting his head as he regarded me like a predator assessing its cornered prey. In that moment, I felt every bit the vulnerable creature he perceived me to be.
“Rosette,” he purred, his voice smooth as silk, his gaze roving over my figure. I was dressed in snug pants and an oversized T-shirt, yet the desire in his eyes ignited a fire within me that I couldn’t ignore. “How many men have you been with? I bet your experiences have been nothing but boring, vanilla encounters.”
Was it that obvious? The truth was, I had never been with anyone else, but I refused to give him the satisfaction of admitting it. Instead, I held his gaze, defiance coursing through me like electricity.
Axel took a slow, deliberate step forward, that unsettling glint in his eyes still fixed on me. Another step brought him so close that I could feel the heat radiating from his body, his hands hovering just above my head, trapping me in place.
He leaned down, his lips brushing my ear, sending a jolt of electricity racing up my spine. I flinched at the unexpected sensation, and he paused, turning his face toward mine. Our proximity was intoxicating; his lips were mere inches from my own, and when he spoke, his words reverberated through me, igniting a fire I never knew existed.
“Are you scared of me, sweetheart?”
“No,” I replied, my voice steady and unwavering, a declaration of my resolve. It was the truth; I wasn’t afraid of him. What truly terrified me was the way he made me feel, the tumult of emotions swirling within me like a violent storm.
“Hmm.” His tongue flicked out, brushing against my lips with a teasing slowness that sent shivers coursing through my body. His gaze was intense, searching, watching, as if he could read the very thoughts racing through my mind. He repeated the action, this time lingering longer, his tongue pausing between my lips, seeking an invitation.
With a hesitant breath, I parted my lips for him, my hands moving instinctively to grasp his biceps, feeling the taut muscles beneath his shirt. His tongue slipped into my mouth, claiming it with a boldness that left me breathless. It curled around my own, a snake weaving its way through, and Axel sucked hard, drawing a moan from deep within me.
I tightened my grip on his arms, my hips responding to his presence, moving against him as if they had a mind of their own. But Axel pressed his hips into me, holding me still, and even though I was restrained, the sensation of his hardness against me was intoxicating.
He continued to suck on my tongue, relentless and demanding. He didn’t kiss me in the traditional sense; he simply drew me deeper into his world until my tongue felt swollen and heavy. Finally, he pulled away, his gaze penetrating as he looked into my eyes.
“Ahh, Rosette,” he murmured softly. “You’re scared of how I make you feel.”
I could only stare at him, the truth hanging heavy in the air, rendering me speechless. I didn’t have the strength to deny it, nor did I possess a sharp retort to throw back at him. With a scoff, he stepped back, taking his warmth with him, and I felt an icy emptiness settle in its place.
What in the world was happening to me?
“Come on,” he said, moving toward my bags, picking them up with an air of nonchalance. “I want to be home before nightfall.”
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**Chapter 11**
**KADE**
I stood on the balcony, a cigarette dangling from my fingers, when I spotted Axel’s car pull into the driveway. My gaze sharpened as he parked and stepped out, moving around to open the passenger door. But before he could reach it, she was already climbing out.
Axel shook his head in mild exasperation as he approached the trunk, retrieving her belongings. Rosette stood there, seemingly lost in thought, her eyes scanning the surroundings as if searching for something. It was then she must have felt my gaze, for she looked up, and our eyes locked in a moment that felt charged with unspoken tension.
Even from the distance that separated us, I could sense the intensity of her stare, like a spotlight illuminating the shadows of my thoughts. I remained anchored in place, bringing the cigarette to my lips and inhaling deeply, the smoke swirling around me like a shroud.
When Axel approached her, she averted her gaze, and together they walked into the house. Axel chatted away, his voice light and carefree, while she remained silent, a stark contrast to his animated demeanor.
There was something undeniably peculiar about her.
Among the three of us, Axel was undoubtedly the most striking. Some even went so far as to label him beautiful, and women often fell at his feet, drawn to him like moths to a flame. Yet Rosette was different. If anything, she seemed irritated by his charm.
A fleeting smile tugged at my lips, but it vanished just as quickly when I caught myself dwelling on her.
“It doesn’t mean anything,” I muttered to myself, tilting my head back to gaze at the darkening sky, taking another drag and watching the smoke dissipate into the air. “Nothing at all.”
Just as I stepped back inside, I found Rosette and Axel entering the house. She paused, her eyes flickering toward me, but I deliberately avoided her gaze, striding into the living room.
“Bastard,” I heard Axel scoff, but I brushed off his words, unwilling to engage.
Kross was in the living room, his glasses perched on his nose, engrossed in his laptop. He was the quintessential workaholic, completely absorbed in his tasks.
“She’s here,” I said, taking a seat across from him, frowning at the unnecessary admission.
He looked up, an eyebrow raised in curiosity. “Who?”
“Rosette.”
“Ahh,” he replied, his interest waning as he returned to his typing.
The room fell into silence, but my thoughts were a chaotic storm. “Are you also affected by her scent?” I inquired, unable to contain my curiosity.
“A little,” he answered, still focused on his screen.
I was taken aback that he was even remotely affected by her presence.
I chose not to reveal the extent of my own feelings and redirected the conversation. “When is your next rut?”
He finally paused his typing but didn’t look up. “A month. You?”
“Sooner.”
It would be a challenge to coexist with her in the same house when that time arrived. I wouldn’t be able to resist the urge to succumb to these traitorous emotions—feelings I had sworn to bury long ago.
We fell silent again, the only sound the rhythmic clicking of Kross’s keyboard filling the void.
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As with every other night, sleep eluded me. I found myself wandering the halls of the mansion, relishing the quiet solitude that enveloped me. It was a time when I could escape the noise of the world and be alone with my thoughts.
But at this moment, I desperately wished for a reprieve from the tempest of my mind. It was overwhelming and deafening, driving me to the brink of madness.
This had been my reality for three long years, and my insomnia had only intensified with each passing day.
I made my way to the balcony where I often sat until dawn, but halted when I spotted someone there. Her red hair danced in the wind, framing her back as she stood, lost in her own world.
Rosette.
Conclusion
In the aftermath of their charged encounter, both Rosette and Axel find themselves grappling with the complexities of their feelings, teetering on the precipice of vulnerability and desire. Rosette’s fierce defiance masks a vulnerability she is unwilling to confront, while Axel’s playful teasing belies a deeper yearning for connection. The kiss they shared ignites a whirlwind of emotions within Rosette, leaving her both exhilarated and terrified. As she stands on the edge of this newfound intimacy, the echoes of her mother’s warnings loom large, creating a palpable tension that threatens to unravel the fragile thread of their relationship. The abyss she feared is not just the unknown, but the possibility of letting someone in, of allowing her heart to be swayed by the very man she has sworn to resist.
Meanwhile, Kade watches from the sidelines, his own turmoil brewing as he wrestles with his feelings for Rosette. The unspoken tension between them hangs heavy in the air, a reminder of the complexities of desire and the uncharted territory they are all navigating. As the night deepens, the weight of their interconnected fates becomes undeniable. Each character is at a crossroads, facing choices that will shape their futures, testing the limits of their hearts and the bonds that tie them together. In the quiet of the night, with emotions running high and secrets lurking in the shadows, the stage is set for a reckoning that could either forge unbreakable connections or shatter them entirely.
What to Expect in Next Chapter?
In the next chapter, readers can expect the tension between Rosette and Axel to escalate, as the boundaries of their complicated relationship begin to blur further. With Rosette still grappling with her feelings of attraction and frustration, the stakes will rise as she is forced to confront not only her emotions but also the implications of their connection. Axel’s playful taunts and undeniable charm will continue to draw her in, challenging her resolve to keep him at arm’s length. Will she succumb to the allure of the man who ignites a fire within her, or will she find the strength to resist?
Meanwhile, Kade’s internal struggle will deepen as he grapples with his own feelings for Rosette. The tension in the household will become palpable as both men vie for her attention, leading to an emotional clash that could shatter the fragile dynamics they’ve established. As secrets unravel and hidden desires come to light, readers will be left on the edge of their seats, wondering whether Rosette will embrace the chaos of her heart or retreat into the safety of her past. With the backdrop of the mansion’s haunting solitude, the next chapter promises to be a whirlwind of passion, conflict, and self-discovery that will leave readers craving more.
