In “Before Sunrise Touches Earth We Forgive What Hurt Us,” the protagonist grapples with intense feelings of desire and shame. He experiences a moment of self-conflict as he finds himself aroused by thoughts of a woman he believes he cannot have. This internal struggle is marked by a sense of disgust and confusion as he realizes he has lost control over his body, something he typically manages with ease. Despite his attempts to maintain strict boundaries regarding his sexual urges, he succumbs to temptation, leading to a moment of both pleasure and overwhelming shame.
As the days pass, the story shifts focus to Rosette, who finds solace in her routine within a mansion. She spends her mornings tending to plants in the greenhouse and her afternoons in the library, where she has minimal interactions with Christopher, a man who begins to show her kindness by bringing coffee and snacks. Despite her efforts to distract herself, she feels a deep sense of longing for Axel, who has been absent for a week. Her emotional state is characterized by a mix of hope and concern for his well-being.
The narrative takes a turn when Axel unexpectedly appears at Rosette’s door, breaking the silence that had enveloped her life. His warm greeting and playful banter instantly lift her spirits, and their chemistry is palpable as they share a tender kiss. This moment is filled with genuine affection, contrasting with the protagonist’s earlier turmoil. Axel’s playful teasing and thoughtful gesture of bringing her flowers serve to deepen their connection, illustrating a blossoming romance amidst their individual struggles.
Rosette’s reaction to Axel’s presence highlights her vulnerability and the joy he brings into her life. Their interactions are filled with light-heartedness, yet they also reveal the deeper emotions that lie beneath the surface. Axel’s determination to be with Rosette, even offering to drive her to the library, signifies his commitment and affection, suggesting that their relationship may evolve into something more meaningful. The chapter concludes with a sense of hope and anticipation as they prepare to embark on the next part of their journey together.
Continue Regular Chapter Reading Below
**Before Sunrise Touches Earth We Forgive What Hurt Us by Vik Rowan Tate**
I found myself staring down at my arousal, a mix of shame and confusion washing over me. My body was betraying me, responding to thoughts of her in a way that felt utterly wrong. How could I possibly be turned on by the idea of her? It was infuriating.
I craved her—this was a truth I couldn’t escape, as undeniable as the blue of the sky above. But having her was an impossibility, and the very notion of my desire felt like a betrayal. I was usually the master of my own body, able to control my urges with ease. Yet here I was, feeling disgusted with myself for losing that control.
I had experiences, sure. I wasn’t a saint who abstained from sex; I indulged in it with a raw, animalistic fervor. To me, sex was a form of release, a way to escape the pressures of life. But I had rules—I only engaged in those acts when I knew I was far from my rut. I took pleasure when I wanted, but I always maintained strict control over when I allowed myself to get hard. That was why I had never resorted to pleasuring myself.
But now, here I was, unzipping my pants. I pulled out my dick, staring at it as if it were a stranger, watching as precum dripped slowly down my length. My heart raced. I didn’t want to do this—I truly didn’t want to touch myself, especially not while thinking of her. Yet, I knew I had to do something to rid myself of this overwhelming urge.
With a resigned sigh, I spat into my hand and began to grip my dick. A low groan escaped my lips as I started to stroke, the sensation both foreign and familiar. I tried to look away, thinking that perhaps if I didn’t watch, it would somehow lessen the shame of the act. What a futile attempt that was.
As I continued, I found myself stroking harder, using the precum as a makeshift lubricant. The sound of my hand moving against my skin filled the quiet room, accompanied by my breathy groans that echoed in the stillness. It was both exhilarating and shameful.
My other hand instinctively reached down to squeeze my balls, and I gasped softly as pleasure coursed through me, making my spine tingle. I quickened my pace, my hand moving in a blur, the thoughts of her consuming every corner of my mind.
I envisioned her—her full, round breasts, the pink of her nipples hardening under my gaze. I wanted to wrap my mouth around her breasts, to suck and tease as if she were my only salvation. I craved to hear her moan my name, her breathy gasps filling my ears, creating a symphony of desire.
The longing for her scent enveloped me like a cocoon, a soft yet suffocating embrace of forbidden silk, igniting a fire within me that was both thrilling and dangerous.
With a final groan, I felt the tension build within me, and then it erupted—a wave of ecstasy that shot through me, spilling out onto my chest and desk. I slumped back in my chair, feeling as if I had just been released from a spell. The high was intoxicating, but as the lust faded, a wave of disgust washed over me.
I sighed heavily, reaching for the tissue paper to clean myself up, wiping away the remnants of my shame. This would be the last time. I vowed to myself that I would never allow this to happen again.
***
**ROSETTE**
Four days slipped by, and we had established an unspoken routine within the mansion. The men left for work at the crack of dawn, their departures creating a quiet that I found oddly comforting. Mornings were spent in the greenhouse, where I had made significant progress cultivating the plants. At noon, I would migrate to the library, a sanctuary of knowledge and solitude.
Christopher was always there, waiting patiently for me whenever I descended the stairs. Our exchanges were minimal, just polite greetings. Yet, on the third day, I noticed a shift; he began bringing me coffee and snacks as the hours in the library stretched on.
Our relationship had transformed, though we still remained largely silent.
I would return home before the men, ensuring I had a meal before retreating to my room to study, often falling asleep with a book resting on my face, lost in the worlds within the pages.
Despite my efforts to distract myself, I couldn’t shake the feeling of missing Axel. A week had passed without a word from him, and I found myself hoping that whatever struggles he faced weren’t causing him pain.
On the fifth day, I finished my tasks in the greenhouse and was preparing to head to the library when a knock echoed through the silence, startling me. I froze, my heart racing as I stared at the door, as if I could see through it. No one had knocked in days. Why now? What could they possibly want?
Taking a deep breath, I approached the door, my mind racing with possibilities. It was likely nothing, just a simple request. But Kross and Kade weren’t meant to be home at this hour. I was certain that the mansion had been empty when I went to the greenhouse.
I rushed to the door and swung it open, and there he stood—Axel, leaning casually against the door frame, a wide grin plastered across his face.
“Hello, beautiful person,” he greeted, his voice warm and inviting.
If my life had depended on it, I couldn’t have suppressed the smile that broke across my face. It was genuine, not just a grin but a full smile that lit up my features.
“Axel,” I breathed, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Oh, look at that smile. You missed me, didn’t you, precious?” he teased, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
I cleared my throat, forcing myself to look away. “No, I didn’t. Don’t flatter yourself.”
He scoffed, pushing off from the door frame and stepping into my room. Before I could react, he wrapped one arm around my waist and crushed his lips against mine. The kiss was surprisingly soft, gentle, and slow, a stark contrast to his bold entrance. I melted into it, my hands finding their way around his neck.
“Well, I did miss you,” he murmured, his gaze intense as he held me close. “Every second spent away from you was painful.”
I looked away, unable to handle the heat in his eyes, my cheeks flushing with warmth. He groaned softly, cupping my face and kissing me again. “Fuck, you blush so beautifully.”
“Shut up,” I muttered, pushing away from him, my embarrassment only deepening.
Axel chuckled, clearly enjoying my flustered state, before presenting me with a bouquet of flowers. “I brought you flowers.”
I glanced at the blooms in his hand before raising an eyebrow at him. “You brought me roses?”
He wore a proud expression, as if he had just accomplished a great feat. “Uh-huh. Roses for my Rose. Romantic and poetic, ain’t it? Where else would you find a man like me, sweetheart?”
A laugh erupted from me, loud and genuine, as I accepted the flowers, my smile widening. “Thank you.”
Axel stared at me, his eyes slightly widened, his lips parting in surprise. He quickly caught himself and cleared his throat. “You’re going to the library, right?”
“How did you—Yes,” I replied, a bit taken aback.
“I’ll drive you.”
“I have a driver.”
“Christopher took the day off.”
I shot him a skeptical look. “Did he?”
He grinned, clearly pleased with himself. “Of course he did. Now grab your jacket; let’s get moving.”
Conclusion
In the aftermath of Axel’s unexpected return, the air in the mansion shifted, charged with a mix of anticipation and vulnerability. The emotional weight that had settled over Rosette during Axel’s absence began to lift, replaced by a warmth that spread through her chest as they shared laughter and tender moments. Axel’s playful teasing and genuine affection rekindled a spark within her, reminding her of the connection they had forged amidst the chaos of their lives. Each stolen glance and soft touch served as a reminder that even in the darkest of times, love had the power to illuminate the path forward. Rosette’s heart, once heavy with uncertainty, now danced with the hope of new beginnings.
As they drove towards the library, Rosette felt a sense of freedom enveloping her; she was no longer just a girl lost in her thoughts but a woman ready to embrace the complexities of her feelings for Axel. The roses he had brought were more than mere flowers; they symbolized a promise of growth, a testament to the beauty that could emerge from the tangled vines of their past. With every mile they traveled, she felt her resolve strengthen, ready to confront not only her feelings for Axel but also the fears that had held her captive. In that moment, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden hue across the landscape, Rosette understood that the journey ahead would be fraught with challenges, but it was one she was willing to take, hand in hand with Axel, towards a future that shimmered with possibility.
What to Expect in Next Chapter?
In the next chapter, readers can expect a whirlwind of emotions as Axel’s unexpected return ignites a spark in Rosette that she thought had been extinguished by time and distance. Their playful banter will deepen, revealing layers of vulnerability and longing that both have been trying to suppress. As they navigate their feelings, the tension between them will become palpable, leading to moments of hesitation and excitement that will leave readers breathless. The drive to the library won’t just be a simple journey; it will serve as a backdrop for a deeper conversation that could redefine their relationship, pushing them closer to a revelation that neither of them is fully prepared for.
Meanwhile, the shadows of the mansion will loom larger, hinting at the complexities of their intertwined lives. Secrets will bubble to the surface, and the arrival of Axel could disrupt the fragile balance Rosette has created in her daily routine. As they delve into the world of books and knowledge, the lines between friendship and something more will blur, leading to a pivotal moment that will test their resolve. Will they embrace the connection they share, or will the weight of their pasts hold them back? The chapter promises to be a thrilling exploration of desire, fear, and the courage it takes to forgive what once hurt them, all set against the backdrop of a growing bond that could change everything.
