Title: We Were Born To Die

Raiting: M

Disclaimer: 18+ This story depicts descriptive sexual acts and may contain adult content not suitable for most adults.

A/N: To ensure the progression of this story and to simplify and condense such long chapters I've gone back and reformated my story. I would like to apologize for the massive spam of alerts on my part for the reboot of this story. To clear any confusion what was previously "Shoot and Ladders" Chapter 14 is now Chapter 45 & 46. Any updates after that will be the continual of the tale of Tate and Nira. (Reviews Are Always Appreciated)

Nira groaned in frustration, now was not the time for this. "Will you just fuck me."

Tate began to move his hips just enough to tease her, coax her to the edge only to deny her again. "Tell me you belong to me Nira."

Nira dug her heels into his ass pushing him into her deeper as she grinded herself on him. "Only if you admit that you belong to me and me alone."

Tate looked her deep in the eyes, "I belong to you Nira and only you." Their was not hesitation, and he meant every word.

"Tate I belong to you, now will you kindly continue to fuck me." Nira was digging her nails into his shoulders now, desperate for him to finish her off.

Tate began to slam into her again, he was going to make sure she really knew how much she belonged to him, how no other will ever make her feel like this. And if any man were to try to touch her in any form may hell have mercy for what he will unleash on the doomed soul. Nira began to scream as she felt herself begin to climax, Tate felt her walls squeeze around him, milking him of every drop he had.

They both came at the same time, it was the most intense thing either had experienced, white light flashed before their eyes as their bodies began to crash from the waves of pleasure that crashed through them. Both collapsed lifeless on the sand, neither able to move. Darkness engulfed them, they had done enough for one evening.

Nira stirred in Tate's arms as the sun began to rise over the beach. Memories of the night flashed before her eyes of the night before, her body soar from the abuse her body had sustained. Nira looked around, shocked to see that the body was gone, their clothes clean of all signs of the attack.

Nira could see the cut wounds on Tate's hands from when he lost himself when stabbing the lifeless man. She then realized what needed to be done had been done. This wasn't the first time in her life a mess had been cleaned of during a blackout and she was sure it wouldn't be the last.

Tate began to stir in his sleep, he felt hung-over and groggy. "Where are we?"

Nira looked at him, confusion written all over her face. "Your kidding right?"

Tate had a panicked look on his face, she recognized that look all to well. It was the same she had when she was younger and didn't understand why she woke up in random places with no memory. That is until she embraced what it was that had made her black out.

She knew Tate had no recollection of what had transpired between the two the night before and it broke her heart. She fought back the urge to let the tears spill down her face, it wasn't fair he deny her the most blood lavished, erotic, blasphemous loss of her innocence. It was perfect, it was dirty, it was pure evil, it was them. At the thought of that she had to turn her back to him.

The tear slid down her cheek as she turned cold to him as she was so skilled at doing. "You had to have scored some really good shit last night. You weren't here more then ten minutes before you passed out."

She wiped the evidence away before she turned around, facing the bewildered boy before her. "We need to get back now before our families realize we weren't home."

Tate stood up, as he followed her he glanced back at his cut covered hands. That knowing fear crept through him when the thought that he lost himself again

Nira had a hard time coming to terms with Tate not remembering anything from the night he took her virginity and claimed her as his own. It tore her heart apart that he didn't even sense that their bond had evolved.

She felt her skin crawl, a desperate yearning creeping up her spin with the constant need for his touch. To claim her and take her the way he had. A part of her couldn't forgive him and give herself to him unless he recalled the amazing experience they shared.

*End Flashback*