Keida wasn't wrong. She could deny his words all she liked, but the truth was, he unraveled her in ways Cain never could. If Cain was a bonfire (tame and warm) then Keida was a forest fire that ravished her in his destructive heat. It was a pleasant pain, almost addicting. "No," she'd whispered the word again, her voice shaking with exertion. The word was more for herself than Keida, as if Haley was trying to push herself to walk away. Her body resisted. It was always honest when she wasn't.<br/><br/>The fly was wrapped up in the spider's web. Haley shivered, partly due to fear (over what would soon happen) and partly due to anticipation. It was impossible to deny, that she and Keida had a destructive, intoxicating chemistry. It was the opposite of the warmth and safety she felt with Cain, while what she had with boyfriend was good, pleasant wasn't exactly synonymous with addicting or exciting. She was frozen by her conflicting emotions, so when Keida kissed her lewdly and pulled out the limb that had rended her virginity, she sat stiffly as she went with the flow. Her hands grasped his wrists to attempt resistance but there wasn't much force in her grip.<br/><br/>She could feel him, his bulbous tip resting at her very opening as his hand freed one of her breasts from the confines of her bra. She wanted the release that she'd been denied for weeks. Keida could give her that release, but giving in would be tantamount to betraying the very person she claimed to love. It was a twisted and ugly dance. "Keida," his name once again said in yearning. "I love him, this is wrong."<br/><br/>No. No. No. She repeated the word over and over again, but she did nothing to back up her protests. She merely whispered the word in his ear even as he finally thrust inside her. Despite her protests, it was clear that Haley was still putty in his hands.