Her grip was more like bracelets than any deterrent. He complied with what she didn't want to say. Keida had always done that, hadn't he? With the dark things she didn't want, and the darker things she did. Not even a whisper, and he heard her. Small word, small denial. He gasped, afflicted with all that he'd felt for her instantly when she said his name. He loved the way she exhaled it, off her glittering lips, like she would die without him. It gave him such a numbing delight he barely felt the sting of what she followed with.<br/><br/>It was beautiful, her butterfly refusal, landing in flocks on his ear shell. "Don't worry, Haley. You won't have to ask me this time." he assured her, reminding her what she'd truly come here for. Without the awkward of a dainty, polite love, he surged forward while lifting her almost off the edge to meet him. He groaned against her when he fit back into place. A place Cain hadn't truly touched, since there was now no glove between Keida and her now. He nuzzled her hair tightly, like he was trying to scrape their facial bones together.<br/><br/>There it was, the cure to her burning heat, smothered with more fire as he thrust into her. "I've had at least a handful of Haley's just like you, right here." he whispered cruelly into her ear. He enjoyed her, and savored the beautiful deceit she'd come here, holding in her arms like a basket of sweets for him. Her tunnel was as taut as he remembered, which meant Cain did not measure up. "They're all better than you, childhood friend." he continued, since her heart was learning the delight of rot while being satiated through the body. He wanted to attach her to this darkness, his beacon of a friend. So she'd have troubles being with Cain, simply because Cain was good.<br/><br/>"It's you who needs me." he said, gasping as the pleasure moved faster in him, and his hips replied in kind. He pulled out of her suddenly, and then brought her along and turned her around. At her meager height, her legs wouldn't reach the floor when he folded her, face first, over the counter and laid her dress on her back so her backside was exposed to him. His cock returned to its sheath, the one it had initiated, and he continued to take her from behind, locking her wrists together on her back. Haley hadn't been overly attached to her autonomy on the couch when he had her while speaking to Cain, so he thought she wouldn't miss it now, back to where they'd been at the start of this, but in another position.