Her body felt like jelly as he rolled her back over to her stomach.  She would have opened her mouth to beg him to finish, but no words came to her lips.  Her mind was completely drenched in pure pleasure, yet somehow, his words still broke in and she shifted up onto her knees at his bidding.  She groaned into the mattress as he pushed inside of her, hips moving of their own accord back against him.  When he urged her to touch herself, Lane tried, but found the aching nub of nerves far too sensitive at this point.  It didn't matter.  As he drove into her, her body reacted in the manner that was expected.  Though she had orgasmed too many times by the stimulation of that sensitive bundle of nerves, she had not experienced a vaginal orgasm yet.  At this angle and with how hard James was, it was inevitable.  He felt so big, so full, inside of her.<br/><br/>When his rhythm stuttered she knew he was about to slip and that thought alone pulled her over the edge until she was spasming and shaking around him as he came.  She held herself up long enough to receive everything he had to give, but when it was finally over she slumped boneless onto the bed.  Moments passed, her thighs still quaked from the aftershocks of their love making, even as she consciously tried to calm them.  The silence pushed back against her euphoria, slowly stripping it away until he finally spoke.  Lane shifted, her brow knitting together as she looked over at him.<br/><br/>This all felt so weird.  They had known each other for barely more than a few days and now...Now it felt like she was about to break up with a long time boyfriend.  Lane shifted onto her side and she looked at him, trying to face the fears that had pushed to the surfaced of her mind before they fell into bed together.<br/><br/>"James, I'm not...I'm not an angel."  He had called her that many times during their love making, and though she knew it was intended with affection, it still felt wrong on her tongue.   Her eyes watched him for a moment and the image of his face like this brought up many of the memories Adela had of him, but Lane pushed those aside.  This wasn't part two of Adela's life.  This was not a second chance at lost love.  This was<i>her </i>life, not the echo of some lost ancestor.<br/><br/>"You asked me if I wanted a normal life and don't.  I don't want the mundane, but this..." She sighed.  "I'm not entirely sure this is better.  We save your daughter and then what?  We pretend like you’re not an addict and that this whole thing isn't totally fucked up?  That you didn't just use me for a contact high an hour ago?"  She pursed her lips and the emotions of everything threatened to push their way to the surface.  "Maybe that's the problem.  Maybe you think something is happening between us, and maybe it is, but you still see me as a means to an end.  You want to believe you're different, James, that you're special, but that's the same shit all the other men in my life have pulled."  Her tone shifted quickly from sad to angry to sad once again.<br/><br/>"If you don't want me to leave, then you have to give me a good reason to stay..."