Faxx leaned down and I rose up to kiss him as one of his hands framed my face. My brain was at odds with the tender side of him I was used to seeing now and with the rough side of him last night. Faxx’s kisses were the same way as if he were eating my pussy. He devoured my mouth to the point where I couldn’t breathe, but whenever he pulled away, I craved his suffocation. He was dangerous in so many ways, but his most dangerous weapon was making me addicted to his possessiveness and obsessiveness.
