The Girl He Craves

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Sophie’s pov

“You’ve dreamt of me?” Was all I can murmur out.

You can’t blame me, I was still so heavily under his spell of desire that my brain couldn’t think of any good responses.

Aiden could do that to people. But for me it’s somehow worst. He can literally have me fumbling over my words and sometimes I admit, I have no clue as to what I was saying.

I call it the Aiden effect.

But he’ll be c*cky about it if he knew how much he affected

me.

Aiden kissed me softly for a few and then pull away. He smirked, eyes dancing.

“Yes you silly girl. I dreamt of you thousands of times. And to feed your little curious mind, they were not innocent dreams.” His smirk widened when he noticed that his words had me

flushed.

I almost tore my eyes away from his but with his finger now under my chin, tilting my head up, he forces me to keep my gaze directly on his face.

I had a feeling one flicker of mine and he’d do something that would turn me even redder than I am now.

So I kept my gaze on his and draw my lower lip between my

teeth.

“Want to know some of the dreams I had of you?” He questioned with a tilt of his head and a sly tilt of his lips.

I knew that he might have me blushing even

sly smirk had me shivering. He looked like a Cheshire

you in nothing but lingerie. Red lingerie,” His lips quirk, his eyes flashed and then they dip to my chest

“You were on my bed, calling to me like a vixen.” His eyes snap back

with the way you stared

thing he had

I tremble.

my lips that

“But you know what dream that had me so hard the next morning for you?” He whispered,

turned on more by his recalling

nothing on. You were completely bare to my gaze. You were f*cking exposed on my bed. Legs open and waiting for me to feast on you before I f*ck you. I remember how glistening your little p*ssy was.

right now, my fingertips tingling, my p*ssy tingling. G*d,

Is that my heart trying to get

he hear it

alone that can pick

panties and I gasp as he gave me that heated look that

look

“But I think I rather the real thing. Right now.” His tongue pushed

In a second my drenched panties are ripped away

gasped, staring at my torn panties around

He raised a brow, as if silently telling

impatient blue eyed

and moved out of them the moment I said so. Or this,” He span the torn material around his finger, his

“Wouldn’t have happened.”

glare and moan. I

I

grin widened, showcasing how pleased

that you either go bare,”