“I ought to gift you a dictionary,” he whispered over my mouth before kissing both corners of my lips and my pulse thundered. He gently raised my chin with a finger so I could look up at him. “Or shall I teach you myself? I am a very patient man. I’ll go slow for you. So very slow, my love.” His eyes darted to my lips again and he breathed heavy. “I’ll teach you all and everything. You’ll taste the definition of my every word and love for you on your tongue. And then you’ll crave it. Just like I crave you. I want to teach you this hunger. But I will never let you starve—never.”
