Naomi walked over to the bed and sat down reluctantly. Her eyes went round the room in one look. He was in her front less than a minute after, cupping her chin and bringing her face to his. Her lips brushed against his. They were soft and warm. But he didn't have any intention of going all the way.
"What will you call me?" He whispered, as their breaths entangled.
Naomi's brain cells were fuzzed. She couldn't think straight or think at all with the cloud of desire fogging mind.
"I don't know."
He smiled darkly. "I am Faxon."
"Faxon." She breathed the name.
The temperature of the room hovered high. Her skin flamed with want for this demon. Everything he did turned her on. His voice, even his soft exhales. She was hyperaware of her body's reaction to him.
Faxon trailed kisses down her jaw. He nibbled on her earlobe, dragging it gently between his teeth. Her whimpers morphed into soft moans. He was seducing her and it was working.
