Prologue
His hands wound tightly around her naked waist as he nuzzled her closer to his torso in the dimly lit room of his home, the silken blood red sheets tangled around there intertwined bodies as he traced patterns along the flesh of her wrists, the slick touch made her shiver in pleasure. His deep brown gaze bore into her hazel eyes longingly.
"Violet." He whispered, trailing his lips over the shell of her ear. Her whimpers were like music to his ears.
"Tate..." she moaned out quietly, working her hands against his flesh. The skin erupting in goosebumps as he kissed her collarbone.
"Leave him Violet. Let me make you feel like he hasn't. Let me show you how worthy you are."
"I'm married Tate." she whispered, her eyes clouding over with tears. "I can't be with you, not in the way we want."
"Violet..." Tate trailed off, his shaggy blonde hair falling into his beautiful onyx eyes.
"I'm sorry Tate. I need to leave. Gabriel will be home soon, if I'm not there, we both know what will happen." her skin crawled with a sickening twitch as she redressed herself, Tate rose slightly, the sheets covering his lower half as he appeared behind her, planting a kiss on her shoulder. Her lips brushed against his.
"I'm sorry Tate." Violet muttered as a tear dripped down her porcelain skin. Then she was gone, out into the cold February night.
The smell of Vanilla and cigarettes was all that was left of her.
For now.
I love you
Yes, it's me again with a new story! This is the prologue of The Darkest Hours
Please let me know if I should continue!
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