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)

Tate brushed his hand down the exposed skin of her arm, energy shot through her system, she felt the familiar build in her body and the inevitable explosion he was going to cause. The moan that was deep in her chest escaped her lips urging Tate on. His hand moved lower, running across her abdomen, sending just enough sensation to push her over the edge. Nira's knees buckled as her body began to spasm from the shock of the orgasm. Tate snaked his arm around her, catching her before her body could collapse.

"I remember everything Nira, the way his flesh felt when I stabbed the blade into him. How tight and wet your pussy was when I claimed you here. How I don't even have to touch you in order to make your body break and bend to my will."

Nira felt a chill go up her spine at his words. "How long till you leave me this time?"

She repeated the words he so often found himself saying to her.

His lips came inches from hers, "If your intentions were to awaken the beast with in me you have more then succeeded. I claimed you the moment I saw you, I don't leave things that belong to me behind. I just hope you fully comprehend what you've gotten yourself into"

Nira closed the space, letting her lips meet with his. The kiss was soft at first but became more heated as the passion took hold over the two. "I need you Tate, it's been so long."

When they opened their eyes they were surprised to find themselves back in Tate's bed, they had never left, but the smell of the beach still lingered in the air. It wasn't long before Tate's lips found their way back to Nira's as he climbed on top of her.

Without hesitation she wrapped her legs around his waist, using her ankles to push him closer to her burning heat. A whimper left Nira's lips as she felt Tate align himself with her. With one easy slide Tate was fully in her, marveling at the feel and sensation of having her once again.

Nira was lost, she hadn't realized how much she missed this, it had only been once but she now understood what it felt like to be filled and complete by another. Part of her really hated that they were capable of such intimacy.

His thrusts were frantic as he buried himself into her more and more, both oblivious to the banging at the door. Her nails were deep in his shoulders, her head swaying back and forth as she franticly tried to contain some composure and fight the urge to scream his name at the top of her lungs. Tate grabbed her leg, placing it over his shoulder allowing him to reach into her deeper.

"TATE!." The scream tore out of her as she began to thrash beneath him as the first orgasm ripped through her entire being. As she continued to spiral out of control Tate grabbed her other leg placing it over his shoulder. His back was on fire from the assault she was unleashing on him from her nails. Before she could even come down from her high he had her tumbling towards ecstasy again.

Tate flipped them over, pushing himself towards the edge of the bed. She had him straddled, still deep inside of her. She let out an unexpected screech when she felt him sit up, thrusting into her a bit more then anticipated. He tossed his legs over the bed, sitting fully up with Nira on his lap.

He gave her that "your in trouble look" that always made her heart flutter in her chest. Before should could say anything he stood up, hands propping her up by the ass, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck holding the rest of her up.

"I promise you every day I will make up for making us wait a year for this." Tate's words entered her ears, sending chills up her spine and making her ache between her legs more.

Her breath caught in her lungs when she felt Tate slam her against the wall. The more he pressed her against the wall the deeper he buried himself in her. Nira's body was convulsing from pleasure and pain, her legs soar from the strain of being latched tight around his waist. She would have been more soar and even raw if she wasn't so wet for him.

Tate bit down on her neck, breaking the flesh, leaving an indentation of his teethe, marking his claim for all the world to see. Nira screamed at the painful pleasure he was unleashing on her. She couldn't take much more, he was going to be her complete undoing. Tate felt himself getting close, he began to kiss Nira with all his might, probing her lips with his tongue, insisting access.

"Tate…" She barley got his name out between gasps for air and his lips in constant assault of hers.

"What?" She breathed in his hot breathe as he spoke against her lips, still trying to kiss her.

"It's to…" His lips covered hers so she couldn't speak. "Tate I…" His tongue darting into her mouth silencing her again.

The way he slammed in hit her spot just right it was enough to make her body jerk uncontrollably just enough to throw Tate off balance that she broke away from the kiss. "I can't take anymore!."

Her lips parted, breathing labored, face completely flushed she couldn't even keep her eyes open, feeling herself loose consciousness from exhaustion.

"You're so beautiful." Tate was lost at the site of the condition he had put her in and he wasn't even done with her.

Nira's eyes lazily parted, struggling to stay open she whimpered and moaned as he continued to thrust in her. "Tate it's to much…no more."

Tate moved them from the wall back to the bed, dropping her to the mattress. He leaned over her as she laid there helpless on the cool surface, relief to her smoldering skin. "What's to much Nira?"

He started to move again, slow at first allowing her body to recover, but not loose the sensitivity. Nira grabbed his wrists as she bit down on her lip. "My cock to much for you to handle Nira?"

Tate knew the second the words left his mouth what he was doing. He always knew how to get under her skin and ignite her fight. He felt her begin to struggle underneath him trying to pull away and climb up the bed.

Tate couldn't help but laugh. "Where do you think your going?"

Nira growled in frustration as she pulled at his wrists trying to get him to fall. "Will you just lay down on the bed."

Tate saw the look in her eye and was intrigued. He liked the control he had over her but had lost to his curiosity of what she was going to do. "Alright, you win. Don't get to use to it though."

Nira cocked her head and raised her eyebrow as she watched Tate lay in bed. "It's my turn now."