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)
A month had past since Constance and Larry found out about Tate and Nira's secret relationship. Nira was torn with her feelings for Tate. Many nights she laid in bed restless, tossing and turning, the images of blood flashing before her eyes and the constant need for Tate's touch. She fought to stay away from him, and it had worked for about a week. When she went to school she avoided him, skipping classes she knew he would attend and avoiding places she knew he would hang around frequently. At home she stayed secluded in her room or her sisters, door closed and locked to avoid any interruption.
Tate had no escape, he franticly searched for her. Settling for a glance, just a glimpse of her in the halls. He began to buy Adderall and other stimulants with money he stole from his mom. He would down them or snort them, whatever helped him dull the pain growing inside him at the loss of her. She brought out the darkness in him in a way the voices never did. With out her he felt like a frightened child, broken and lost with no one to aide him. Each passing day felt like an eternity in hell.
He didn't know why he broke into the basement, or why he slowly, quietly crept up the stairs to her room. It had been over a week since he's seen her or been near her. He couldn't do it anymore it was pure agony, just the type of pain he could image her inflicting upon her victim. When he reached her door he was surprised to find it unlocked, she always locked herself away in her room.
He opened the door, cautiously peaking in before entering. Nira sat up in bed, arms wrapped around the legs she held tightly to her chest. Her heart was pounding so hard she could hear it in her ears, feel it slamming against her rib cage. Her body began to shake from the proximity of him, she felt like an addict getting relief from withdrawal with the bittersweet poison of the fix. Tate stepped in closing the door behind him, he felt the house surging with energy around him, he felt her vulnerability, something he had never felt from her. The magnetic pull between them was stronger then they were on their own.
No matter how hard they tried to fight the temptation of them being together they both failed every time. Nira was the first one to successfully pull away and not give in. Tate didn't care any more, he had reached a desperation to have her that took away all rational thought. He was going to make her understand that she belongs to him. The way he walked over to her sent chills up her spine, he approached her like a parent about to punish a disobedient child. She was scared, the adrenaline of not knowing what was going to happen coursed through her.
The hard willed girl that would fight back was tired, she had no fight in her. She already knew she may have won the battle but she was about to loose the war. He had her waist straddled and arms pinned above her head before she could even flinch. She had not expected him to be so fast, she was no match for the strength he had. With one hand he continued to keep her wrists pinned to the bed, as another hand moved down to cup her breast, her nipple hardened the second his hand made contact.
"See how your body responds to me Deyanira."
She bit her lip to fight back the moan. He moved his hand under her shirt, completely grateful to be rewarded with immediate contact of her soft flesh. Nira began to arch her back as the growing need burned between her legs.
"Look how wet your pussy is for me. I can see it coming through your panties. Tell me your body doesn't know it belongs to me." He leaned down and began to suck and bite the tender, sensitive spot on her neck that drove her crazy, and he knew it did.
"Tell me Nira, who makes your body come alive with need?"
His hand began to creep it's way down her abdomen, stopping at the top of her panties, gently dipping one finger in at a time under the fabric. Nira began to arch her hips more, grinding against the air, desperately in need for release.
"You made me go through hell this week." It came out angry, bitter with a bit of hurt she never heard from him. It brought her crashing back to reality, she didn't like that she hurt him.
She never felt bad for hurting anyone before other then her sisters. She swallowed hard, looking away trying to avoid his eyes, she felt the tears forming in her eyes. She fought hard against the urge to break down and sob. Tate's fingers grazed over Nira's sensitive, aroused nub, shooting pleasure up her spine, shutting her eyes, throwing her head back from the sudden shock of the feel of his fingers touching her. She was so hot and wet, Tate was going to loose it soon and he knew it.