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Chapter seven

The tips of her fingers burned as she stood staring at the closed door in front of her.

Her eyes were wide, frightened, her mind questioning, reasoning, analyzing what could have possibly happened as his hands continued to graze up her black tights lifting her skirt along the way.

"W-Wait Tate…"

Her lips parted trembling as she felt him brush his mouth along her neck like icy feathers skimming along her heated skin.

Breathing out softly like satin wrapping around her body he continued to distract her.

"Shh… "

Still feeling the powerful force that jarred the door out of her hands she knew he had not left her body.

That what she saw was not possible.

No draft, no amount of wind, no excuse could explain how that door tore from her hands and slammed closed.

There was no doubt as he stood pressed hard against her that his cold demanding urgent touch was displayed along both her thighs the entire time.

"But… the door… how…. "

Violet's wavering voice turned into a slow whine as he surged roughly against her.

Her mind was in a daze lost between Tate's persuasive compelling body moving behind her and what she had just seen and felt.

"Don't be afraid."

His raspy whisper was everywhere, kissing her mouth, rising from beneath her, behind her, above her, spinning, circling, flying all around her at once.

Like a slow burn her warm skin melted beneath his chilly embrace causing her to lean helplessly back against him.

She could feel his rising grin against the bare skin of her shoulder as he nuzzled her shirt down.

She was confused, falling, lost in all that he was and all that she didn't understand.

Swallowing hard Violet felt herself tight in his trap, hard, lean, steel, impossible to escape, full of fire and want.

She could feel the excitement growing in him as his tongue danced along the side of her neck, as if he had conquered a quest, as if he were winning at a game he was born to play.

Breathing hard Violet tried to cling to her reality, of what she knew, could count on, but he was strong, his will unrelenting, insistent.

With her skirt now bunched up along the curve of her hips he was free to roam between her legs, the core of his dreams.

Rocking slowly behind her he breezed his fingertips up further, higher until he was able to thoroughly cup her.

The barrier of her silky stockings only added to anticipation, the mystery of what secrets she kept, what hidden treasures he would soon discover.

His other hand fisted the material of her skirt pressing her hard against him showing her exactly what she was doing to him.

Finding her soaked, completely drenched knowing that he was the one to bring her to this point, not a dream, not his own fantasy wielding his will inside his twisted mind drove him further as he dug his fingers into the delicate material.

The sound of her black tights tearing sent a delicious shiver through him as he slipped the tips of his fingers inside.

Feeling her bare skin for the first time so soft, so wet, so searing hot, nearly pushed him to the edge as he slipped two long fingers over her curling slightly, teasing, rousing her to a place she had never quite reached.

Not with Daniel or any other, certainly not with herself.

"Fuck… "

Reaching up to grasp his sleeve that draped over his wrist as his hand moved over her she let out a desperate moan.

"God…Tate…"

She was shivering now, teetering, wavering, blissfully on the cusp of a place she had never been.

The side of his full lips curled upwards knowing that he was the one making her feel, shake, purr…

His eyes slid closed as his fingertips became mouthwateringly slick, her knees began to buckle; her breath hitched harshly.

Desperate to hear her he urged her on whispering devilishly against her ear.

"Let go… Violet…"

It was that instant that her cell began its glaringly loud ringtone shattering the moment, shocking her out of his grip.

Spinning around she leaned against the door panting hands splayed over her closed eyes as if trying hard to gather her senses.

Left unsatisfied and rattled to the bone she reached a shaky hand over the counter where her phone continued to ring annoyingly between them..

Slamming his hand down over her cell Violet stunned glared up at him questioningly.

Enraged he angled eyes as black as night pierced through blonde curls down at the name stretched across the screen.

Daniel

Breathlessly she pulled at her skirt trying to get it back in place as she tugged at the phone from beneath his stilled hand.

"Tate, what are you doing?"

His fingers suddenly lifted up leaving her to quickly answer her phone leaving him to grip the side of the counter.

Violet turned away from him walking further into the living room talking low as she quickly smoothed down her hair and fixed her twisted clothes.

Tate caught a few phrases through the pounding thundering pulse of his heartbeat raging in his ears.

"Coming next week… "

"I'm fine, keeping busy writing … "

"So, it didn't work out... "

"I have nothing to say… "

"Yes, I guess we can talk… "

It was only one side of the conversation, her side, but he got the point.

Daniel the limp dick broke up with Christina the skank and was headed here to get Violet back.

Glaring down at the floor his fists by his side he watched as she made her way towards him cautiously.

Treading water carefully seeing that he was clearly upset Violet approached him leaning on the counter beside him.

"Tate, I don't know what happened back there… "

"Yes, you do."

Sighing she nodded knowing there was no way she could deny how he had just spun her.

"Well yes, but I mean we hardly know each other… I mean I like you, maybe you could come by this weekend and we can take that walk or do something so… so we can get to know each other better."

Shoving his fists inside his pockets he kept his black eyes focused on the floor knowing just how much they were loving this down in the basement.

"So you, want me to … leave."

Clutching her phone she rested it against her chin determined to gain control of the situation around her on both ends.

"For tonight, yes… I want to see you again Tate, I just want to know you more."

Lifting his intense dark eyes up catching hers he pushed off the counter so he could face her.

"Does this have to do with your boyfriend?"

Still feeling as if he was there, perched between her thighs, the frosty flicks of his fingers skimming over her recklessly, beautifully… she gripped the counter in back of her to hold her herself steady.

"Daniel is not my boyfriend. He wants to talk, it doesn't mean anything, I could never …"

Looking away she got pissed realizing that she didn't owe him any explanations.

"Look he has nothing to do with this! We've seen each other exactly three times and … and … "

Leaning forwards he grazed her cheek with the back of his hand softly while pressing his cold lips to the shell of her ear.

"And I had you… you were on the edge… ready to cum for the very first time. Don't lie to me, I know it's true."

Smiling faintly he slipped his fingers from her cheek grazing them along her bottom lip enough for her to taste the truth of his words.

"See you in a few days Violet."

Before she could catch her breath to speak again he was gone, lost in the mist that seemed to wrap around the cottage protectively, secretively, as if it were cutting itself off from the rest of the world.