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)

"You know it would feel a lot better if your jeans were off." His breath tickled her neck as his hand began to unbutton her jeans, as Nira unzipped them.

"Anxious much?" Tate laughed as he watched her pull her jeans and panties off in one swoop, licking his lips as he watched her bend over to take them off, he could see how wet and ready she was for him.

He pinned her to the ground, Nira wrapped her arms around Tate's neck as his lips came crashing down on hers, biting and nipping at her lips. His tongue forcefully parting her lips, making his way into her mouth. Their tongues began to duel and fight for dominance, Tate rolled them over, putting Nira on top, never breaking the kiss.

"Take the rest of your clothes off." It snarled out, his hands gripping her hips, keeping her from grinding against him. He could feel the heat from her through his jeans.

Nira pulled her blood covered t-shirt and bra over her head, gasping when she felt the cool wind hit her hard nipples. Tate had them covered, warming them up. He sat up bringing his lips back to hers, he had to taste her. He couldn't get enough of this moment, it was an intoxicating high. Her arms wrapped around him pulling him tightly against her.

It wasn't until her body began to shiver from the cold wet spots on her body from the wind hitting her skin that she realized her and Tate's hands were covered in blood. Neither seemed to pay much mind to it, for dramatic effect it added to the intensity they were feeling already. Nira reached down pulling at Tate's sweater. She tossed it aside without haste, lost in the feeling of her hot, naked flesh pressed against him. The energy shot through her system, making her shudder and moan against her will. She felt her body betray her as she felt herself cum just from the sensation of the energy he was projecting to her.

He bit her neck to snap her back to reality. "Bet you never imagined anything like that possible."

Nira smirked, he had her there, she never imagined anything like that possible. "You're just full of surprises aren't you Tate."

Tate moved her to the side, allowing him to stand and rid himself of the final thing keeping him from claiming her and taking what was rightfully his. He climbed back on top of her, delighted when she allowed him between her legs, wrapping her lips around his waist.

He kissed her, softly first but soon turned passionate and fierce. "I will be the one to hold you down."

His lips began to leave a hot trail down her neck. "Kiss you so hard I'll take your breath away."

His fingers began to drag down her side, caressing the side of her breast, as it crept down her waist, teasingly gliding across her stomach. " My body aches to breathe your breath."

She began to come unraveled when she felt his hand come between them and begin to rub at her sensitive clit. "Nothing stands between us here, not even you. I won't be denied."

She helplessly fell at the sound of his command, her body thrashing underneath him, his name echoing off her lips over and over in a desperate prayer to him. Tate bit at her neck, shoulder, breast, leaving his mark all over her. He grabbed his cock, aligning himself to her hot, slick opening.

He looked down at her, his black orbs greeted by equally dark, clouded eyes. "It's going to hurt."

She pushed herself onto him a bit. "I like it rough, I would be disappointed if you didn't make me at least…soar."

He slammed into her without hesitation, her head thrashed back letting out a sound of utter ecstasy and sheer torture.

Her clouded eyes watered as her lips parted letting out desperate mangled gasps for breath. "More…"

He slammed again, holding her down as she thrashed more beneath him. He brought his lips to her, kissing the very life from her. He began to find a rhythm that stimulated her enough that he could feel she was beginning to contract around him.

He stopped, denying her release yet. "Tell me you belong to me."