In Chapter 34 of “Before Sunrise Touches Earth We Forgive What Hurt Us,” the protagonist finds herself in a deeply introspective conversation with Axel. Initially uncertain about his intentions, she quickly realizes that he is serious as they discuss her future career. Axel encourages her to pursue her passion for writing, suggesting that she doesn’t need a degree to become a writer. This moment marks a significant turning point for her, as she reflects on her love for literature and the writing she had set aside due to life’s demands. Axel’s earnestness and support provide her with clarity, making her feel seen and understood.
As their conversation unfolds, Axel reveals his own past, sharing how he was pushed into a career he didn’t want by his father. His dream of being a sailor surfaces, showcasing his longing for freedom and a connection to the sea. This vulnerable side of Axel contrasts with his usual playful demeanor, creating a deeper bond between them. The protagonist feels a mix of admiration and concern as Axel opens up, prompting her to reach out and touch him, which leads to a moment of intimacy where he intertwines their fingers.
The tone shifts dramatically when Axel expresses his urgent desire for her, revealing the depth of his feelings. His passionate declarations leave her feeling both exhilarated and panicked, as she grapples with the intensity of his need and her own emotions. Despite her initial hesitation and confusion regarding his brothers’ disapproval, Axel reassures her of his intentions, insisting he would never hurt her. The tension escalates as their physical attraction becomes undeniable, culminating in a heated moment that leaves both characters yearning for more.
As the chapter concludes, the protagonist’s anger begins to fade, replaced by a consuming desire that complicates her feelings further. Axel’s confidence and charm draw her in, and despite her reservations about their surroundings, she feels an irresistible pull towards him. The chapter ends on a cliffhanger, hinting at the passionate encounter that awaits them, leaving readers eager to see how their relationship will evolve amidst the complexities of their emotions and circumstances.
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**Chapter 34**
I found myself staring at Axel, my mind racing as I tried to gauge whether he was joking or if this was a serious moment. There was no trace of humor in his expression; he was completely earnest.
Words failed me. I was left utterly speechless, a silence enveloping the space between us. In a desperate attempt to find some semblance of clarity, I diverted my gaze, fixating on the book in front of me that I couldn’t truly see.
“So, what career path are you considering?” he asked, his intense gaze piercing through me, his finger absentmindedly tracing a small circle on the table’s surface.
“I haven’t really made up my mind yet,” I replied, still avoiding his eyes, feeling the weight of his scrutiny.
“Hmm. Want me to lend a hand?”
“Sure,” I said, a hint of curiosity creeping into my voice.
He fell silent for a moment, contemplating. “What are you most passionate about? What do you envision yourself doing in the future?”
I took a moment to reflect, closing the book with a soft thud. “Honestly, I don’t know. I’ve never really thought about it until now.” I paused, the realization dawning on me. “But I do enjoy art.”
“Art, huh? Art comes in many forms, sweetheart. Let’s break it down. What specifically resonates with you about art?”
“I love… I love to read. Prose, poetry, novels—anything that falls under the umbrella of literature. I tried my hand at writing once, but life intervened, and I had to set it aside. Yet, that passion has lingered, never truly fading away.”
Axel clapped his hands together once, a grin spreading across his face. “Then it’s settled! We have a writer in the making. You don’t necessarily need a degree to be a writer, but there are certainly skills you should acquire. English, Creative Writing, Literature—”
I turned to him, my eyes wide with disbelief. “What? Just like that?”
He gently placed his index finger under my chin, his thumb brushing against my jawline. “You love writing, don’t you? Even if you’ve never had the chance to fully explore that passion?” I nodded, feeling the warmth of his gaze. “You still possess that passion, and that’s all you truly need to figure out your path. Pursue what you love, sweetheart. Don’t waste your time in college chasing after a career that doesn’t ignite your interest. Trust me, you’ll find yourself miserable otherwise.”
I gazed at him, realizing that this was the first time we had shared such close proximity without any underlying sexual tension. “Did you ever pursue a career you didn’t want?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
He nodded slowly. “Yeah. My father pushed me into it. He wanted all his sons to follow in his footsteps and work in his company. So we all ended up studying the same thing.”
“What would you have chosen if you had the freedom to decide?” I inquired, intrigued.
He leaned back, folding his hands behind his head, a small smile playing on his lips. “I would have been a sailor.”
“A sailor?” I exclaimed, genuinely surprised. I hadn’t anticipated such an answer.
He chuckled softly, a glimmer of nostalgia in his eyes. “Uh-huh. Shocking, right? But I have this deep love for the sea. She’s my first love.” He glanced at me, his grin widening. “Don’t get jealous now.”
I rolled my eyes, shaking my head, yet a smile crept onto my face in response to his playful banter.
“I’m completely obsessed with her,” he continued, his voice imbued with passion. “In love with the tranquility she brings. Captivated by her vast beauty. I wouldn’t have cared about a degree; I would have simply sailed into the horizon, letting my love for her guide me. I would hardly ever set foot on land. But…” His expression shifted, the playfulness fading away. “Expectations. Responsibilities I never asked for.”
Ah, so this was the serious side of Axel. A part of me found it unsettling. Without thinking, my hand reached out and gently touched his thigh. At first, I hesitated, but then my hand lingered, resting there. Axel glanced down at my touch, the weight of his earlier thoughts still hanging over him. Slowly, he unfolded his hands, placing one atop mine, intertwining our fingers.
“Is this where we conclude our conversation?” he asked softly, a hint of vulnerability in his tone.
I nodded, instinctively understanding what he meant. “Yeah.”
A smile returned to his lips, and he lifted our joined hands, pressing a gentle kiss to mine. “A writer in the making,” he mused. He released my hand and stood up. “I’ll go bring the car around. You can finish up here, and meet me outside when you’re ready.”
Once he had left, I remained seated, frozen in place. For days, I had struggled to pinpoint a career path, and yet he had effortlessly arrived at a conclusion in less than an hour. Eventually, I stood up, returning some books while borrowing a few others. When I stepped outside, his car was already waiting for me.
I approached the vehicle, opening the backseat to toss my bag inside before sliding into the front seat. “Do you mind if—”
My words were abruptly cut off as Axel seized my neck, crashing his lips against mine in a fervent kiss. It was deep and intense, leaving no room for gentleness. I instinctively wrapped my arms around his neck, matching his fiery energy.
“Rosette,” he breathed heavily as we pulled apart to catch our breath, his lips trailing down my neck, leaving tender marks. “I need you. Please, baby. I fucking need you.”
Panic surged through me, and I instinctively tried to pull away, searching for signs of his well-being. “Are you okay?” I asked, noting the warmth of his body—comforting, not feverish like that night, and he wasn’t trembling. But something felt off.
“It’s not that,” he replied, his voice laced with an urgency that twisted my stomach. “I’m not sick anymore. I just need you like a man craves a woman. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about that night we spent together. Not a single moment has passed where my mind hasn’t wandered back to it. I’ve touched myself countless times, lost in thoughts of you.” His hand found its way to my breast, pressing gently, and I wished the confines of my bra didn’t exist. “I wake up yearning for your mouth on mine, your body pressed against me, your lips whispering my name with such devotion.”
He bit my jaw softly before sucking on it, soothing the sting. His lips traveled down, planting kisses on any bare skin he could reach. “In case it wasn’t clear enough, I’m going crazy over you. I need you like a heart needs a beat. Like a fever craves relief. Like a flame longs for oxygen.”
I felt a rush of heat coursing through my veins. His words and touch ignited something deep within me. I was at a loss for how to process his desperation—or even my own feelings in that moment.
He leaned back slightly, allowing me to meet his gaze, filled with raw honesty. “I need you like a drowning man needs air,” he whispered, his fingers tracing my collarbones.
“Why?” I finally managed to ask, my voice trembling. “Your brothers clearly try to avoid me. They keep their distance, so why do you feel this way?”
He leaned in, his tongue brushing against my lower lip, sending shivers down my spine. “Because they’re trying to do what’s right. They’re trying to be noble, but I don’t give a damn about any of that.” He held my face in his hands, staring deeply into my eyes. “But know this, Rosette: I will never hurt you. Never. I’d rather be brought down than ever do something like that.”
“Why would you hurt me?” I whispered, my heart racing.
“Because, my gorgeous darling, there are things you don’t know about. Things you shouldn’t know.”
“I want to know,” I insisted, my curiosity piqued.
“I’d prefer you didn’t.”
I held his face, bringing it closer to mine. “Saying things like that just makes me want to know even more, you fool! It would have been better if you hadn’t said anything at all! If you hadn’t confirmed that there’s something going on. You should have kept your mouth shut!”
He smiled—a smug, infuriating smile. “Your anger is turning me on even more, sweetheart.” He took my hand and guided it down to touch him, and I gasped as he moaned, thrusting his hardness into my palm. “You see? Rock hard. And all for you, baby.”
I swallowed hard, feeling the evidence of his desire. My anger began to dissipate, replaced by a consuming lust that clouded my mind. I glanced away from him, my cheeks flushed as I murmured, “We can’t do it here.”
I didn’t need to look back to know he was grinning. “Of course. I know just the place.”
Conclusion
In this pivotal chapter, the emotional arc reaches a profound climax as Rosette grapples with her burgeoning identity and desires while navigating her connection with Axel. Their conversation serves not only as a catalyst for Rosette’s self-discovery but also as a moment of vulnerability for Axel, revealing his own struggles against familial expectations. The intimate exchange between them transforms from a discussion about career aspirations into an electrifying acknowledgment of their mutual attraction and longing. Axel’s passionate declarations ignite a fire within Rosette, forcing her to confront her feelings and the undeniable chemistry that exists between them. The tension shifts from uncertainty to a raw, palpable desire, leaving both characters on the precipice of a deeper connection.
As the chapter concludes, the weight of their shared experiences hangs heavily in the air, underscoring the complexity of their relationship. Rosette’s initial hesitation gives way to an exhilarating rush of feelings, highlighting her internal conflict between fear and desire. Axel’s insistence on needing her emphasizes the urgency of their connection, while his promise to never hurt her offers a glimmer of hope amidst the chaos of their emotions. The chapter closes with a tantalizing hint of what lies ahead, as Rosette contemplates the implications of their undeniable attraction, setting the stage for a journey that will test their boundaries and challenge their understanding of love and trust.
What to Expect in Next Chapter?
**What to Expect in Next Chapter?**
As the tension between Rosette and Axel reaches a boiling point, the next chapter promises to delve deeper into their complex relationship. With Axel’s urgent declarations of need and Rosette’s conflicted emotions, readers can anticipate a pivotal moment that will either solidify their bond or threaten to unravel it entirely. Will Rosette succumb to the overwhelming desire ignited by Axel’s fervent words, or will her reservations about their tumultuous connection hold her back? The stakes are high as they navigate the fine line between passion and vulnerability, and the choices they make could alter the course of their lives forever.
Moreover, the mysterious undertones of Axel’s past loom ominously over their encounter. His cryptic hints suggest that there are secrets lurking beneath the surface—secrets that could either bring them closer or tear them apart. As Rosette grapples with her desire to uncover the truth, readers will be left on the edge of their seats, eager to learn what Axel is hiding. Will he finally reveal the shadows of his past, or will he continue to shield Rosette from the darker aspects of his life? The next chapter holds the promise of revelations, emotional confrontations, and perhaps a journey that will challenge both characters to confront their fears and desires head-on.
