Even when she made it clear, saying it aloud to judge herself, it sounded good to him. Yes, you did betray him. But to Keida that was a good thing. "But you haven't betrayed me yet." he whispered like that was something to celebrate and hold on to. They had no bond other than what was given in her moment of weakness. What he cold lure out of her and fool her into. As bizarre as it was, their bond had been stronger than the one she had with Cain, simply because it was dirty. He felt a dark, deep happiness to have her kiss him back. Sometimes, Haley's kisses were more worth than the body he'd tamed, because they were exactly between love and lust to him. He breathed harder into their tongues when her hips convened with his body, still impaled.<br/><br/>He sucked the salt off her lips, coated in her tears. How edible she became, savory and sweet Haley, who'd come thinking she'd lecture him. She must have known somewhere that they'd end up like this. Of course Cain wouldn't know. Not right away. Perhaps she'd said it so Keida would hold on to that notion, and threaten her so she could retreat back into some victim role. He felt cruel and hungry for her, so he didn't.<br/><br/>Instead he moved her legs until they were around him, her sex still holding on to his as he started moving her hips by his grip. He kissed her harder, like they were indeed these lovers in late summer, stealing a moment for themselves in a makeshift love nest. She looked the part very well, after all, one breast out and most of her clothes still on, like she couldn't wait to play. He kissed her neck and then returned to her now keen lips. "Just say you're mine, Haley." And she was, in a sense. He wanted her to give into the moment. His was the sordid, treacherous Haley, and that was who he was moving on him now. She was a shadow when the good girl stood in Cain's radiance. But here, in his demon's lair, there was no need for glorious masks. Not when her walls wanted to make him a home.<br/><br/>"Because I'm yours aren't I?" you guilt and your sin, that is part of you too.<br/><br/>He took some freedoms with her, and catered to any whim he could read off her. It was a delicious tryst that took them up to his bed. He wanted her to feel free in their union. She still carried Cain with her here, and he wanted her to realize that wasn't necessary. He wanted her to push back when he thrust, and he wanted to teach her worse things, like how lovely it could be to give him pleasure too. He showed her his sparse bedroom, and she'd be able to see his small collection of her underwear by his pillow. In a way it was a lewd compliment.<br/><br/>Until the phone rang and they were still entangled.