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)

He kissed her, this time less forceful and violent. His movement now a steady pace with a coaxing rhythm, different from the rough passionate movements they were used to. Nira arms rested around his neck, moving to his shoulders, engulfed by the feel of his sweat coated skin against hers, the friction their bodies made as he moved above her.

Their actions screamed of the words they couldn't say to each other. This was a sweet surrender to the spell they both put each under. Their bodies intertwined as soft kisses were shared by both, placed delicately on burning flesh. Hands caressing, fondling anything in it's path. This was the closest thing to heaven either would ever encounter.

Nira began to gasp and whimper. "I'm close Tate."

He sped up his rhythm, loosing himself closer to the edge of falling in utter pleasure. Nira's walls began to close and tighten around him bringing him with her. They both held onto each other helplessly as they came with a blinding velocity that shook them to their core. Tate collapsed onto Nira, both trying to gain control of their labored breathing. Their bodies shaking from tremors of that after shock of the intense pleasure.

"Get ready." It was a soft angelic voice that was recognizable to the sub conscious but left Nira confused and lost for what it was. She began to stir underneath Tate, trying to scurry free from his embrace. He looked worried, scared that she was going to runaway. How could she now after everything they been through, now that he knows the truth. Anger began to seep in place of the fear of abandonment she instilled in him.

"Where the fuck do you think your going?" It came out harsh and cold.

Nira kissed him on the tip of the nose before placing a soft reassuring kiss on his lips. "I'm not going any where. Trust me, we need to get dressed."

Tate had a perplexed look before silently submitting to her, rolling his weight over to allow her the ability to move. Nira flinched as the aftermath kicked in and she felt how soar and abused her body was. She gasped out when she stood up, biting her lip, catching the air in her lungs, refusing to breath.

Tate sprung over the bed and was standing at her side, towering over her small petite frame. Worry and need to protect written all over him. "What's wrong?"

Nira let out a defeated laugh, it was going to kill her to admit this. "I'm okay…" She took in a deep breath. "You just… wore me out." The exhale came out shaky, her nerves on fire when she saw his face light up, the most narcissistic, overly confident look danced across his face.

"TATE!" The screech of the howl pierced threw the door as the banging threatened to break the wood any minute.

Nira desperately tried to rush to dress, limited by her soar mobility. Tate grabbed his shirt, pulling it over her head for her, helping her get it on. His boxers were the first thing he saw, he grabbed them, letting her grip his shoulders for support as he helped her step into the boxers, before pulling them up her trembling legs.

"TATE I WILL BREAK DOWN THIS DOOR!" The combination of kicks and something hard hitting the door echoed through out the room.

Nira was terrified for the first time in her life, her heart was painfully pumping in her chest, pulsating in her ears. Her body wracked in pain from the earlier events and now the tension from her muscles locking in place. She couldn't move, breathe, think, process. She had shut down, all that ran through her mind was the thought that any moment Tate and her would be separated. And if it was up to them they would never see each other ever again.

Tate pulled up his jeans, never taking his eyes off Nira. The only time he had ever seen her in such a state was when her sisters had been scorched to death by the flames created by her mother. The deep betrayal, hatred and gut wrenching pain that it caused Nira broke her, but even then she didn't look as lost as she did now. Tate knew it was going to be on him to get them through whatever was to come, and he relished in the prospect of the entertainment his mother was surely to bestow upon him.

He pulled Nira into his arms, holding her tightly, possessively to his chest. "Are time together is coming to an end soon."

Nira's body stiffened and trembled at his words, she felt her heart shatter and drop into her stomach.

Tate wiped away the tears that were pouring down Nira's face with his lips, trying to kiss away the sadness she felt. "I need you to be strong."

Nira looked up at him, eyes piercing through him like a dagger. "I am strong."

He smiled leaning down capturing her lips. "I know, I wouldn't love you if you weren't"