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Chapter six
Dark lustful eyes angled to the floor as he gripped the doorframe, his fingertips swept along his bottom lip still feeling the warmth of her skin.
Taking a few ragged breaths he searched for the strength to walk away from her.
Looking over his shoulder he could see her sitting straight up now, her back to him, all emotions hidden except for a slight shiver shaking her small frame.
Unsure of how to save this moment he quietly spoke.
"I have to go, I shouldn't have … I-I didn't mean to …"
Feeling his willpower starting to dangerously wane, he slipped out the front door leaving it wide open to bang hard against the wall causing her to flinch as she traced the path along the inside of her thigh left by the cold chill of his soft caresses.
Running through the evening mist as darkness fell across the shore Tate disappeared into the night only to rematerialize in the basement below unable to stay very far from her.
Pacing back and forth his fingers dug painfully into his scalp punishing himself for his inappropriate behavior.
He wanted so badly to show her that he was different than the men she had known, his plans to woo her, slowly carefully seduce her, to gradually patiently gain her trust was all he thought about.
But that all went to shit after eyeing the inside of her creamy pale thigh and the beautiful inch cut that bloomed like the juice of a cherry.
He could just barely taste her on the tip of his tongue, as sweet as wine, as sweet as her lips that parted and shivered as he moved his hands over her.
Violet's sleepy confessions of just how unsatisfied Daniel and her other boyfriends had left her in the past made him desperate to show her real pleasure.
The unrestrained passion of someone who had waited years for her, who wanted nothing more than to take her hard and fast showing her exactly how mad with desire she had driven him.
Those long empty years had taken its toll leaving him hungry desperate for her soft skin, her slick warm thighs that trembled for him inviting him further deeper than anyone before.
Slamming his back against hard brick his mass of blonde curls fell across black eyes that slowly closed as his fantasy of her had been already set in motion like a hazy image appearing vividly almost painfully before him.
The sound of his leather belt sliding out of the buckle as the metal hit the floor resonated throughout the cement cob webbed walls alerting the others to his fevered endeavors.
Groaning roughly as he gripped his hard cock in his hand he found himself back on that scarlet couch perched once again dreamily between her bent knees lightly sweeping his tongue along the fresh slice that opened easily with just a slight nip of his teeth.
Black shameless eyes flickered up towards her body which was now arched back against the arm of the sofa.
The swell of her breasts heaved heavily with the rhythmic rapid beating of her heart as her eyes slid shut and her hands clutched the cushions on either side of her.
Furiously pumping his hand he shivered lapping at the copper crimson liquid gliding along his tongue as he stared heatedly between her legs.
"Fuck… Violet." He hissed bringing more curiosity to his fevered actions from the usually hidden occupants in the house.
He could feel them there coming out from around shadowed corners and dark forgotten crawl spaces to watch the show.
Tate was too far gone to care, too far up her supple thigh, too drunk off the dizzying scent of arousal he had eagerly taken in just a few precious minutes ago.
So wet, so deliciously drenched from just the light brush of his fingertips, so unexpected, so fucking shocking after hearing how she had felt nothing from the fuckers that she had been with before.
It was proof, all the evidence he needed to back up his unwavering knowledge that she was 'the one'.
She was his answer to a lifetime of loneliness, an eternity of yearning, for the chance to love and be loved that had been so callously ripped away so long ago.
He was gloriously slick from teetering on the edge so quickly; his jaw clenched tight imagining her sweet whimpers encouraging him on.
Chills of his approaching fall rushed through him like never before as he imagined running a firm tongue against her clit like a whip of fire.
That was all it took to finish himself off as he gasped for air harshly before reaching quickly for his ripped jeans that pooled around his ankles knowing there would be consequences for his actions.
Lydia was the first to appear before him sarcastically giving him a slow patronizing applause.
"Very impressive… but you know you're only torturing yourself."
Bolder than the rest she stood hands on hips, gaping bloody hole in her chest, irritatingly scraping her black high heels along the cement floor.
With fifty bucks from her last trick still stuffed in the back pocket of her cut offs, she flipped her raven long hair over her shoulder and began circling him closely.
Adjusting his clothes Tate avoided looking directly at the vengeful spirit wishing he had chosen another place to take out his explosive frustrations.
"She's expecting you to do what you've always done, what she needs you to do."
Wiping the sweat from his brow still trying to recover, he breathlessly lashed out at her.
"Fuck off Lydia."
Shy Chelsea who hardly ever showed herself surprisingly was the next to comment behind a curtain of long strawberry blonde hair.
Shuffling her bare feet back and forth the young runaway played with the frayed edge of her white peasant blouse that was soaked with blood as she stared down at her pink bubble gum toe nails.
Her soft whisper was barely audible but he knew exactly who she was.
"Tate, I think it's sweet that you're in love."
He answered her with a whisper as low and gentle as her not wanting to frighten her.
"Thank you Chelsea."
He wasn't able to look into her big green innocent eyes, never could afterwards.
Tate had begged for her life, it was the first and last time he ever dared stand up to Constance, that was until now.
His argument was her untouched body, her virginal soul, a life yet to be lived.
It only made her crave her more; the purer the soul only meant a stronger punch of youth for his insatiable aging mother.
A damning murmur breezed by Tate, as Brenda huddled under the staircase.
"She's going to rip into her heart like a juicy ripe apple."
Brenda's thin arms wrapped protectively around the deep bloody hole in her chest as she brought her scrapped knees up to her chin.
Short blonde hair streaked with purple tips flew across her heavily dark lined eyes as she watched his sneakers run up the steps above her.
"She'll never let you have her."
Refusing to look back as he took the stairs two by two the fury of his determined tone reverberated throughout the entire house.
"She has no choice."
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A week had passed since that night before he showed his face to her again.
During that time she wrote furiously sticking to her time table for her new book and he stood guard quietly unnoticed by her side.
Aside from the usual noises from an old house that she explained away, nothing had occurred to upset her in anyway, but she was far from safe and he knew it.
Standing on the roof hands shoved in the pockets of his navy pea coat Tate watched her on the shore.
He felt butterflies in his stomach as she walked through the mist, her silky hair flowing wildly behind her, several books tucked up against her chest, her delicate hand shielding her eyes as she winced into the setting sun.
Violet, he breathed out, taking in how strikingly beautiful he believed her to be, so different from anyone he had ever known, strong but vulnerable, graceful still fiercely bold.
He wanted so badly to erase the memories that brought her tears at night and thoughts of doubt that loomed over her during the day.
Following her to the edge of the roof he stood on the highest point looking down at her loving how she stood alone, smiling softly to herself as orange reflections rippled out towards her through the deep blue ocean.
He knew she understood how powerful and freeing the sea was, he saw it in the poems she wrote by her bedside, and the way she'd close her eyes and just listen to the waves crashing.
He pictured them standing together, his arms wrapped lovingly around her, his love, his girl, forever washing away all the sins that weighed him down, pulling him out of the darkness and into a light only she could shine.
She had been gone most of the day, the longest since she had been staying with him, as he saw it.
The waves were calm as the sun disappeared behind the horizon; she stayed there until it was completely gone swallowed by darkness of the night and the thousands of stars that would soon scatter across the sky in its place.
Kneeling down he smiled watching as she tried to escape the lapping cobalt white capped water that seemed to chase after her black boots that came up to her knees.
She was dressed up today, a twinge of jealously rippled through him knowing that the local townies got a glance at his girl.
Biting down on his bottom lip he tilted his head admiring her black tights and the short black shirt that wrapped around the body that he had been fantasizing about for what seemed like forever now.
He couldn't wait any longer to talk to her again as he jumped down onto the sandy scape of the side of the house.
Stealing a glance as he drifted by each window he patiently waited for her to get situated inside.
Standing with his back to the front door waiting just a bit more he gazed out to the vast sea noting that for once he didn't wish to disappear into nothing.
"Are you here to see the ocean or me?"
His eyes slide shut for a moment taking in the almost musical tone in her voice that while seemed sarcastic was transparently incredibly sexy.
"Definitely you Violet."
He kept trying to remember his plan, whispering it over in his mind again and again.
Romance her, make her trust you, woo her… seduce her…
She backed up as he walked aggressively towards her, eyes black as coal searing straight into her wounded soul.
Speaking to her in a voice so deep and husky he pinned her physically unknowingly up against the wall.
"I have something for you."
Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a handful of smooth emerald and sapphire colored objects placing them carefully in her palms.
He watched her eyes brighten with curiosity as she ran the tip of her finger over and down each one delicately trying to figure out what they were.
"It's very pretty, but I don't know – "
"It's sea glass."
Flashing an unsure expression up towards him she shook her head still never hearing of such a thing.
Tate grinned widely, charmed, instantly hooked by her ability to be strongly independent and sweetly innocent at the same time.
"You see it was once garbage, just smashed bottles thrown onto the shore. The waves carried the broken pieces out into the ocean, after years of being caressed by the constant rolling sea they are carried back to the waters edge as something completely different… something unique… something….beautiful."
Violet found herself being lulled by his story, lured to him with each word, each breath as he closed the space between them.
Then he was suddenly there, his soft mouth pressed against her parting her lips sweeping his tongue lightly along her breathlessly as the sea glass tumbled to the floor.
She felt as if she were flying only tethered down by his icy hands that pressed gingerly against the sides of her face.
Violet gripped the lapels of his coat as the memory of him running out on her the week before came rushing into her head, she didn't know what to believe.
Breaking away from his fiery kiss she ducked out from the wall and walked slowly towards the door that still swung open holding it tightly in her hands.
"I didn't think you would be back."
She forced her voice to harden still afraid of a past where she was baited into thinking that she had something only to be left feeling foolish and torn.
Immediately he was behind her standing flush against her, his hands rising up the black tights that had enticed him on the roof as his mouth brushed sinfully against her ear.
He glared demandingly at the door as it wrenched out of her hands forcibly slamming shut.
"You were wrong."