Wesker’s kisses are like poison, and you can’t get enough.

He’s rough, and he bites. He pushes and shoves, and he pins you hard against the wall, or any available surface.

Weaker’s kisses are sharp, and demanding, allowing for no argument from you. He holds you tight, no matter how much you struggle, and he takes what he wants from your sweet mouth.

He strokes your face when he’s satisfied, and leaves you dazed and off balance. And you can’t get enough.