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: So the Hiatus has been a bit longer then I had expected but I have been itching to continue this and with the news of Evan Peters being cast for season 2 I was extremely excited and well motivated to get going. I have also wrote and extended chapter for all of you out there who started with the story and new comers. I can't believe this is chapter 47 (Reviews Are Always Appreciated!)
Side Note: I have been wanting to do a collaboration piece of sorts if any authors out there are interested in teaming up and writing OC/Violate let me know. :D
Nira almost felt guilty as she cut the lines to fuel the insanity in Tate. For someone who died and destroyed herself with the same concoction different delivery it almost made her giggle in self vindication that she was giving Tate that taste of bitter poison.
"What will happen when I come back?" Tate's voice was low and husky and sent an unsuspecting shiver up Nira's spine.
She turned around and looked over the soldier of death in front of her. "Dressed to kill, I like it."
Tate's figure was adorned in all black. A figure fitting t-shirt under a peacoat, black steal toe boots and of course matching pants. His eyes were clouded over and a haunting onyx. His demeanor was calm compared to the storm brewing inside him.
"You didn't answer me." Tate's tall stature crossed to Nira in one solid stride trapping her against his desk.
Instinctively Nira wrapped her legs around Tate's waist, his hands gripping her thighs tightly lifting her onto the desk.
She bit her lip and arched her eyebrow as she looked up into his bang covered eyes. "You're going to die."
The look in her eyes and the tone of her voice was chilling. She casually extended her finger pointing to a spot by his bed. "Right there is where I will watch you take your last breath. It will be somewhat quick but painful none the less."
He wanted to rip the smile she had off her face, it stirred up a rage in him he fought desperately to bottle and contain. Tate started to see him self literally began to claw and tear at her face with his nails. Before he could get to lost he felt cold arms wrap tightly around his neck, fingers curling and playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.
"You killed me once already, no need to think about doing it again." Her lips were brushing his as she spoke each word.
Tate didn't even bother asking how she knew he would have been more surprised had she not known. He took no time to press himself fully to her body as his lips violently attacked hers. Teethe awkwardly collided as their lips began to bruise and swell from a fight for dominance and control.
Tate grabbed hold of Nira's ass firmly as he lifted her and carried her the short distance to the bed, tossing her down roughly.
"Strip, Now!" It snarled out as he began strip himself of his uniform.
Nira smirked as she began to remove her own clothes, mimicking his movement. "You act as if this is the last time you're ever going to have sex."
"It will be alive." His dimple showed as that condescending smile appeared on his face.
Before Nira could even retort Tate grabbed hold of her ankle yanking her to the edge of the bed. He took hold of her legs as he moved them over his shoulders.
He moved his hand down without hesitation sliding his finger right inside of her. "I knew you were going to be ready."
"Then why even bother checking?" Nira mused back, her moment shortly lived as Tate slammed into her as the last word left her lips.
Nira grasped at the sheets as Tate continued to slide in and out of her. The way her legs were on his shoulders gave him perfect accesses to raise and position her hips to allow him to go all the way to the hilt, his pubic mound slamming hard against her sensitive nub, stimulating it with each powerful thrust. He reached up running his thumb across her nipple before cupping her breast whole.
Nira was beyond the point of loosing it, she began to toss around on the bed violently, and helpless to get away from the hold Tate had on her hips. The more she struggled to get away as her body trembled and pulsated from her orgasm he would move faster and harder just to prove a point. Nira began to growl between breath moans and cries of pleasure almost bordering pain.
"Act like you don't like this Nira." His voice was strained as the words came through gritted teethe.
He was close; he could feel it building to the point of eruption. The way Nira was withering on the bed, her body flushed, glistening with sweat made him fight and hold out. Of all the forms of tortures Tate has fantasized and taken part of this had to be by far one of his favorites. He almost found himself excited to die just so he could torture her in different and unique ways.
"Scream my name." It came out forceful and angry but the smile was playful and filled with self gratification. All in all it just showed how manipulative and deceiving Tate was.
Nira moved the hair that was matted to her sweat covered forehead, her body jerking with each move of his hips; she felt herself falling again even harder then the last. She couldn't take much more of this but she would be damned if she submitted to his will.
Tate brought his thumb to his mouth, slowly and seductively sucking it in his mouth before bringing it down and circling her swollen nub. Nira began to scream as she began to fall, her head whipping back and forth as her body thrashed on the bed.
"Fuck, TATE!" Nira was gasping out the words as she began to push at his chest trying to block or restrict his movements some how but failing in the process.
"Tell me you love me." Tate was already loosing it as the words came out but was more then happy to hear her scream it anyways. He couldn't stop moving even after he felt her walls milk him of everything he had his cock was still sensitive and hard and she was so tight and wet.
"You can stop now." Her voice was faint as she laid there sedated as the after haze took hold of her, crashing her with fatigue a ghost shouldn't have.
"I'm still hard." Tate placed her legs down letting them dangle over the edge of the bed as he propped his elbows on the sides of Nira and pressed the rest of his weight against her chest. Rewarded in the feel of her breasts pressed flushed against his chest. His hips still moving in her but slow and gentle, relishing in the feel.
"Will it still feel like this when I'm dead?" Tate hid his face from her in the crook her neck, almost like a child about to be scorned.
Nira bit her lip as she felt the subtle build of another climax on the horizon. "Feel like what exactly."
Tate bit the sensitive skin beneath her ear before kissing the tender flesh. "This amazing."
His breath hitting the wet skin made her shiver and on impulse she wrapped her legs around his waist and began to grind herself against him. "It's even better."