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Chapter 15
Pulling out a bundle of lilacs from one of the many packages she had from town Violet placed the flowers on the counter and reached for a large knife from the butcher block as her mind continued to push away the disturbing events of the day.
He could sense something was wrong, she was quiet, too quiet.
Walking up behind her he noticed how hard the rain was pelting the windows in the kitchen, the storm was right over them now.
Holding the blade to the dark green stems Violet smiled as she felt his hands slide around her waist.
Soft lips danced along the slope of her neck as he pressed his hard body against her from behind.
"Violet, my sweet Violet... "
Her breath hitched as he whispered to her ear while grazing his fingertips beneath the hem of her shirt making lazing circles on her skin.
Griping the knife tightly attempting to hold back her unyielding desire for him she inadvertently angled the blade upwards engaging his refection.
Eyes black as night peer down onto her, a stare of possession, an all consuming look of love and lust flame all around him rendering her almost powerless against the emotions flooding her senses.
Feeling his tongue dart against her pulse as his lips slide expertly over her, Violet slams the blade down slicing into the dark green stem cutting it in half.
Her eyes slide shut as he moves lower beneath the waist of her jeans moving her panties aside finding her wet and ready from him and only him.
Strumming her clit lightly he reaches his other hand up to her hardened peak running his thumb over it until she is writhing breathlessly against the counter.
Her carefully chosen flowers fluttered as one hand squeezed them tight while the other still clutched the handle of the knife.
His mouth curled into a wicked wide smile as she leaned helplessly back against his chest panting, wining, begging for more.
"Violet... so soft... so beautiful... so wet... for me..."
Huskily he murmurs in tones so sexy its blindly distracting leaving her at his will giving herself completely to him.
In one swift motion his fingers are inside her thrusting hard and fast, all subtlety and teasing vanish as his one objective is revealed.
He intends to make her cum and cum hard.
The blade of the knife edges into the wooden counter as she moans carving, slicing leaving shavings behind as she climbs closer and closer to the edge of an abyss of bliss she never thought she'd find.
He is rock hard now as he licks his lips suddenly needing to taste her like the oxygen to his black lungs that lay dormant and still.
"Fuck Violet." he groans out desperate and harsh.
Spinning her around he stares down at her all wild eyed and fierce.
His body seizes as he takes her in.
All flushed and sweaty pale cheeks flame red as she restlessly glares up at him urging him to touch her again.
"Please... "
She mouths the word still holding the knife in her hand high in the air unknowingly.
Tate grins as he sees the light flicker off the silver blade and the bloody handle hidden in the palm of her hand.
It's Gabe's blood that stains the butcher knife, the girls didn't pay enough attention, didn't quite get all the evidence erased.
Tate doesn't mind, it turns him on.
Easing her to the floor he knocks the knife out of her hand making it skate across the floor spinning into the wall.
Raking his eyes over her he hesitates briefly before roughly ripping her jeans along with her panties down to her ankles making her gasp.
Deep purple flowers lay beside her shivering body making her pale white skin shimmer in comparison like diamonds.
Lifting her shirt gently he unhooks her bra letting it fall away as he rests his palm between her breasts kneeling between her shaky thighs.
She is naked now, vulnerable to him in every way lying in wait for him to do with her what ever he wants.
Willing … wanting... ready...
The anticipation is killing her, she waits as he hovers in admiration, taking in such divine beauty he finds it hard to believe she's even real.
Keeping his gaze on her he lifts the flowers from the floor beside her and begins to pluck the fragile petals watching as they shower down upon her floating swiftly to her trembling skin.
In no time she is covered in silky magenta blossoms all quivering in momentum with her as she moves beneath him urging him to touch her.
Violet's bottom lip is pinned with white teeth as he finally slams down his palms on either side of her trapping her.
Poised over her hips he catches her gaze as he lowers his upper body down down down until his mouth is but a breaths distance to her arched body.
Bringing his attention to the soft petals below his lips he shapes his mouth into an 'o' and starts to carefully blow the purple flowers along her searing skin.
Her fingers dig hard into the floor boards below sending a shrilling sound reverberating to the basement as several eyes lift to hear what they will never get to experience again.
Tate envisions dragonflies skimming along her milky white skin, elusive inviting mysteriously kissing her body as radiant glimmering wings flutter about her in a dance that was made just for the two of them, just for her... for his Violet.
She bites down harder on her lip as the petals caress her from her stiff rosy peaks down between her thighs that beg for his attention.
Finally he can take no more as he buries himself inside her, his tongue curling flicking faster slower, from gentle swipes to hard agonizing tight circles he takes his time, lavishing her with pleasure beyond what she could ever imagine until her heels rise up to pierce his shoulders bringing him in closer, pinning him to a place he'd gladly stay forever.
His name lingers on the tip of her tongue as her pleas get louder more demanding, urgent.
Her thighs press against his cheeks as her back lifts off the ground, deep scratches are being etched by her nails in the floor as her knuckles turn white.
It's at this point when he brings both hands down under her clutching her ass elevating her lower body off the floor as he continues to feast upon her.
She can hear her name, muffled deep raspy linking with other indistinguishable words of want and need and forever as he brings her tumbling over.
The rest is a blur as she finds herself on her hands and knees with her long dirty blonde hair twisted around his wrist as he struggles to release his belt.
The metal buckle falls with a clang making the others below jump as they cling to hollow frustrated body's that long for the sounds echoing above.
Tate rests his forehead between her shoulder blades as he rocks inside her hard and fast.
A mass of blonde curls plasters across her alabaster skin as he pants and groans clenching white sharp teeth as he begin to cum.
The storm above intensifies, thunder lightening crashing waves, winds slamming battered shutters against fogy windows, the house moves with the tide shifting back and forth in a rhythm familiar to everyone except Violet.
Exhausted they lay on the floor, she hears nothing but the storm raging over head, he hears nothing but the pounding of her heart.
He's not the only one that can hear it, blood pumping, rushing back and forth, someone is thirsting for it, someone is running out of time.
A forceful demanding word is uttered upstairs against strawberry braids, "Now."
Slowing descending the steps dirty bare feet shyly approach the couple tangled together on the floor.
He notices her immediately as she appears in the kitchen, arms wrapped tightly around her small frame, large emerald eyes cast downward as she gathers her courage.
"Tate, I need you... upstairs... please bring Violet."
His trust for Chelsea is unwavering, unquestioned as he helps Violet to her feet.
"I think the bed would be more comfortable."
Draping a throw around her shoulders he pulls her into her chest kissing her temple as he smiles sweetly to Chelsea.
Unrelenting rain and wind punish the house as Tate follows her up the steps with Violet in tow unaware that the sweet flower child is even there.
Weak and fragile Constance falls to her knees clawing at her gown as her hunger evolves into starvation.
Wrinkled deep set weary eyes lift up towards the door as she hears them approaching.
Drool slips from her thin bluish lips as the prospect of Violet's tender heart pinned inside her jaw increases second by second.
"That's right my child, bring the bitch to me... just a little bit further you stupid little hippie... just a little bit further... "