His dear childhood friend, that he and Cain had protected from the sun with their arms, and swam after pretending she was drowning. She leaned against him like she needed more of that loving care, but it was because he'd tricked her. He'd pulled at her heart to make her come along, and now she'd let herself be fooled out of love for someone else. In a way it was darkly delicious. Her punishment for falling for someone as radiant as Cain. Don't look, she asked when she was splayed, but how could he not. Shy still, even though she'd been in her best dress outside her love's home before, and with his sleight of deceit, was now ready to betray that same someone.<br/><br/>How beautifully she fretted when their sexes kissed. They were familiar, at least, his length and her salivating opening. Pure glisten, but it was a sordid intention glowing where her thighs wanted to meet. Not right. But not No, either. It was the perfect expression of her indecision inside. He knew what side of her should win, but he considered the game, if not her heart. Perhaps he should teach her more tricks, and build the fire higher in her, until she begged him, until she had to lay down her pretend and ask someone who wasn't that idiot Cain to satiate her need.<br/><br/>But then her hips angled so he could easily have her, like her body was tired of the words she said, and listened to her fantastical blush instead. She'd already left enough wet truth on the marble. And then she said his name, better than she'd ever said the other's name. Keita grunted, so that she could hear what animals boys are in their hearts, and how lovely it is to be devoured by such beasts.<br/><br/>"Kiss me, Haley." because I want to take that romanticism from you too. Like it was the price for what she wanted. She'd saved it for Cain, her lips, but Keita wanted that now. He wanted her to have nothing left to give away to the boy across the street. His mouth came closer to hers as he moved her forward by her hips, which made her soaked folds finally part for his member. His lips didn't lock to hers like a lover, but parted an inch short, tongue knocking on her lower lip to ask for hers to come out and play. Chances were being pried open by his limb would have her gaping anyway.<br/><br/>The kiss would become lewd, if she'd be lured into it, and he'd slid slowly into place, giving her walls the proper time to adjust while he taught her to kiss in a completely inappropriate manner. How would she know? She'd not even touched herself before this. And she'd said his name like that. How could he be blamed for wanting to rip her morals to pieces? He was finally getting to have her, and stain her. Haley did not seem too miserable about it.