Before Sunrise Touches Earth We Forgive What Hurt Us by Vik Rowan Tate 55 Summary
In Chapter 55 of “Before Sunrise Touches Earth We Forgive What Hurt Us,” the intensity of Axel and Rosette’s relationship reaches a peak as they explore their physical and emotional connection. The chapter opens with Rosette asking Axel to “mark” and “claim” her, signaling her desire for deeper intimacy. Axel responds passionately, affirming his commitment to her, which heightens the emotional stakes between them. Their physical interactions are described with vivid imagery, showcasing both their longing and the raw beauty of their connection.
As the chapter progresses, the dynamics shift, with Rosette taking control in their intimate encounter. This transition is marked by playful banter and a sense of mutual respect as they navigate their desires. Axel’s vulnerability becomes evident when he expresses nervousness about his actions, revealing his deeper feelings for Rosette. Their dialogue is filled with teasing yet profound moments, emphasizing the blend of desire and emotional complexity in their relationship.
The emotional weight of their past year apart is unveiled through Axel’s reflections, adding depth to their physical union. He describes the pain of loneliness and the solace he found in Rosette’s presence, which makes their current connection even more significant. Rosette’s response to his confession highlights her own feelings of longing and the healing power of their bond. Their intimacy becomes a form of worship, allowing them to transcend their past hurts and embrace the present moment together.
Ultimately, the chapter encapsulates a turning point in their relationship, where physical pleasure intertwines with emotional healing. The exploration of their desires is not just about physical connection but also about forgiveness and reclaiming their love. As they navigate these complex emotions, the narrative emphasizes the transformative power of intimacy, hinting at the potential for a renewed beginning between Axel and Rosette.
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**Before Sunrise Touches Earth We Forgive What Hurt Us by Vik Rowan Tate**
**Chapter 55**
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“Mark me?” I breathed, the words escaping my lips like a soft prayer, but they quickly morphed into a moan as Axel thrust into me with a force that took my breath away. “Claim me?”
“Yes,” he gasped, his grip on my hands loosening as he let his fingers glide over my body, tracing a path down to my leg. His touch sent shivers across my skin as he caressed my thigh before lifting it, bending it at the knee, while he leaned down, his chest pressing against mine. “Yes, Rosette. A thousand fucking yes.”
“What does that mean, Axel?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, my nails digging into his back as I locked my gaze with his. “Please, tell me.”
He studied me intently, his eyes a mix of softness and a fierce intensity that made my heart race. “It means I would be you,” he murmured, lowering his lips to my neck, where he placed a soft kiss before gently biting down, thrusting deep and slow. I moaned his name, feeling my nails dig deeper into the taut muscles of his neck. “It means I’ll leave my mark on you. But it’s so much more than that, lover. So much. You would be mine through and through.”
“Isn’t that what you just did? You bit my neck,” I replied, a teasing lilt to my voice.
He let out a dark chuckle, the sound sending a thrill down my spine. “Not even close, sweet girl.”
With that, he pulled back, grasping my other leg and bending it just like the first, kneeling before me. He withdrew almost completely, leaving me gasping for a heartbeat, before he slammed back in with a force that made me cry out, my fingers clutching the sheets for dear life.
He grunted, the soft glow of the lamp illuminating his sweat-drenched chest, making him look even more divine. His stomach muscles flexed with each thrust, his jaw clenched tight, hair falling into his eyes, sticking to his forehead with sweat.
He was a vision of raw, unfiltered beauty. So incredibly handsome. He had once said I looked like a goddess when lost in pleasure, but right now, he resembled an angry sex god. Those piercing blue eyes and dark hair made him look utterly perfect.
“Don’t look at me like that,” he grunted, sweat trickling down his chin, a mix of frustration and desire in his voice.
“Like what?” I asked, breathless and teasing.
“Like you want to worship me and ruin me all at once,” he replied, his voice a low growl. “You’ve already ruined me, sweetheart. So you’re already halfway there.”
I stared at him, and in that moment, everything seemed to freeze. All I could feel was the rhythm of his body against mine, the walls of my body clenching around him, desperate to keep him locked in.
When that sensation hit him, he let out a loud moan, his head thrown back, jaw tight.
“Fuck, baby,” he grunted, his head still tilted back, his words spilling out. “You’re ruining me even more. Yet I crave it all the same.”
“What if I worship you?” The words tumbled out before I could even think them through.
He paused, looking down at me, his eyebrows knitting together, his eyes softening slightly. “What?”
“Pull out.”
Concern flashed across his face. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No.”
He complied, pulling out slowly, a soft moan escaping his lips as he did. Sitting back on his heels, he watched me, swallowing hard, a hint of nervousness evident in his demeanor.
I knelt on the bed, crawling into his lap, my gaze locked onto his. “Why are you nervous?” I asked softly, brushing a stray lock of hair from his face.
“I feel like I did something wrong,” he whispered, his voice rough around the edges.
“You did nothing wrong.”
I placed my hand on his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath my palm, then pushed him down until he lay flat on his back, staring up at me with those irresistible eyes.
“You said I was already halfway there,” I said softly, climbing over him, my body hovering above his. “That I already ruined you. Isn’t it only fair that I worship you as well?”
“Rosette,” he rasped, his chest rising and falling with each breath. “There’s no need for that. I should be the one worshipping you. Not the other way around.”
“Why? Because I’m precious and special?” I asked, a playful smile creeping onto my lips.
“Yes. Exactly that.”
“I’m sure precious things should also be allowed to worship,” I whispered, my voice dropping to a sultry tone. “Just tonight.”
He nodded slowly, a hint of a smile breaking through. “Just tonight.”
With newfound determination, I grasped his length, and he hissed at the sensation. I positioned him at my entrance, my eyes locked onto his as I slowly sank down onto him.
We both moaned in unison, Axel’s hands gripping my hips, but he held still, allowing me to take control.
I savored the sensation, taking my time until he was fully seated within me. I paused, breathing deeply, feeling the intensity of our connection.
“God, I can feel you so deeply,” I breathed, my gaze drifting to the ceiling as I inhaled through my nose.
“And I can feel you wrapped so tightly around me as if you’re trying to snap my dick in half. Relax, sweetheart. You’ll hurt both of us.”
His hands stroked my hips, up and down, encouraging me to ease into the rhythm. Gradually, I loosened my grip, allowing myself to relax around him.
“Good girl,” he groaned, and I felt a rush of warmth at his praise, causing me to clench slightly around him. “You like that, don’t you?” I looked down to find him smirking, his eyes glinting with mischief. “You like being called a good girl.”
“Shut up,” I retorted playfully, my movements quickening, and that silenced him for a moment.
I straightened, placing my hands behind me on his thighs, and began to move, slow and deliberate, watching the way his chest rose and fell with each breath. His hands remained steady on my hips, almost as if he were holding back, resisting the urge to take control.
“Tell me what you’re thinking,” I whispered, rocking my hips forward before pulling back.
“I’m thinking that I want to find the bastard who taught you how to ride a dick so well,” he grunted, a mix of admiration and frustration in his voice, “and I want to kill him for not being me.”
“Liar. That’s not what you’re thinking about,” I teased, raising an eyebrow.
The heat in his gaze was palpable, his jaw working as he spoke. “I’m thinking about how I survived this past year without you. It was like living in a fog; I barely remember it because I was on autopilot, but the moments I do remember were pure torture. Miserable. Every day felt dark. The only time I could breathe again was when I got home and went to your room, inhaling your scent. That’s when I felt like I could finally take a breath. That was the only time I didn’t want to drown in alcohol.”
My movements stilled, my chest heaving, but not from the physical exertion. It was his words that left me breathless. I could only watch him, my lips moving as if to speak, but no sound came out.
“If you keep looking at me like that,” he whispered, his voice low and laced with urgency. “I might just forget all about taking it slowly.”
“Then forget,” I murmured, finally finding my voice, rocking forward just enough to make his jaw clench tightly. “Forget, Axel.”
We both understood that I wasn’t just asking him to abandon the slow pace; I was urging him to forget the pain of this past year.
“Do you know what you’re doing to me, Rosette?” he asked, his voice trembling between devastation and awe.
“I’m worshipping you.”
Conclusion
In this moment of raw intimacy, Rosette and Axel transcend the pain of their past, finding solace in each other’s embrace. The walls they had built around their hearts begin to crumble as they explore the depths of their connection, both physical and emotional. Rosette’s playful defiance and Axel’s vulnerability create a powerful dynamic, allowing them to confront their fears and desires. As they navigate this uncharted territory together, they realize that forgiveness is not merely a word but a profound act of love, an acknowledgment of their shared scars that bind them closer. The air is thick with unspoken promises, and in their union, they find the strength to heal.
As their bodies move in synchrony, the weight of their respective burdens begins to lift, replaced by a sense of belonging and acceptance. Each thrust, each whispered confession, serves as a reminder that they are no longer alone in their struggles. The darkness that once clouded their lives recedes, replaced by the warmth of newfound hope. In this sacred space, they not only worship one another but also honor the journey that brought them here. With every heartbeat, they embrace the possibility of a future unshackled by the past, ready to rise with the dawn, hand in hand, as they step into the light of a new beginning.
What to Expect in Next Chapter?
**What to Expect in the Next Chapter?**
As we turn the page to the next chapter of *Before Sunrise Touches Earth We Forgive What Hurt Us*, the emotional stakes are set to rise even higher. With Axel and Rosette entwined in a moment of raw intimacy, the exploration of their feelings will deepen, revealing not just their physical connection but also the vulnerabilities that lie beneath. Expect to see how their pasts haunt them, intertwining with their present desires, as they grapple with what it truly means to claim one another. Will they be able to navigate the complexities of their relationship, or will the shadows of their past threaten to pull them apart just as they begin to forge a new bond?
Moreover, the tension between worship and vulnerability will continue to pulse through their interactions. As Rosette takes on the role of the worshipper, we can anticipate moments of fierce passion, but also the potential for misunderstandings and emotional turmoil. Axel’s struggles with his own demons may come to the forefront, challenging the foundation they are trying to build together. Will he allow himself to be vulnerable enough to fully embrace Rosette’s love, or will fear hold him back? Prepare for a chapter filled with heart-pounding moments, where every kiss and every whispered word could either solidify their connection or unravel the fragile threads they’ve started to weave. The journey ahead promises to be both exhilarating and fraught with tension, leaving readers breathless for what comes next.
