“Whether you’re experienced, or not, makes no difference. You’re the only one who makes me feel something.” He threaded his fingers in mine and kissed the back of my hand. “Your scent, your lips, your touch. It’s all I think about. Incessantly.” A kiss to my jaw. “The way you’ve crawled inside my head …” Fist tangled in my hair, he tugged my head back and dragged his teeth across my throat, the threat of a bite quickening my pulse. “I crave every part of you with an ungodly voracity.”
