Keida was magnetic in a way that made him difficult to resist. Common sense screamed<i> no</i>, but her body screamed<i>yes</i>. She shut her eyes as if merely being close to him hurt. She was bare on the counter top, her panties in his pocket and a heady combination of guilt, fear, and lust drowning out all other coherent thoughts in her brain. How many times would she hurt Cain before she stopped and pushed Keida away. If anytime was the right time, it was now. Last time, she and Keida had gotten lucky. She couldn't push this any further, it would only bring about her ruin and the destruction of the fairy-tale relationship she and Cain had cultivated.<br/><br/>Finding her strength, Haley placed both her hands on Keida's chest and pushed him away. It was a little too late, he had slammed his hips before she could shove him and his eager limb had found it's home within her once more. A gasp left her lips as her fingers gripped onto the front of his shirt. Keida knew exactly what her body craved and he used it to his advantage; he rolled his hips expertly, hitting just the right spots. It was a blur of intense sensations and her legs wrapped around his thrusting hips so she could get more of him, so she could feel every inch of him entering and leaving her aching heat.<br/><br/>Their entanglement grew more torrid when Keida kissed her and started fondling her breast. Everything was happening in high-speed. How much time had passed. Cain was downstairs. Cain was downstairs and waiting for them. "Keida... we need to stop." Her body didn't want them to stop. Haley seemed to always be caught between her moral obligations and her want for the fire that only Keida could provide. "Cain is waiting." She cupped his cheek as if hoping it would snap him out of their lust-induced haze. "We need to stop and go downstairs."