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.

nod even though I knew that he might have me

His sly smirk had me shivering. He looked like a Cheshire cat. One that got the

quirk, his eyes flashed and then they dip to my chest where

to me like a vixen.” His eyes snap back to mine and they swirled with deep

stared at me while

I moaned, arching into him as if he was doing the exact same thing he had just said to me. I swore I

I tremble.

eyes dip to my lips that parted

the next morning for you?” He whispered, head dipping again, harsh breath beating against my mouth and

getting turned on more by his

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. Clenching as it noticed my stare. F*ck I can

my fingertips

trying to get out of my

hear it beat for

my ears alone that can pick

waistline of my panties and I gasp as he gave me that

This look

His tongue pushed out of his lips

second my drenched panties are

staring at my torn panties around

as if silently

C*cky impatient blue eyed

moved out of them the moment I said so. Or

“Wouldn’t have happened.”

and moan.

So I

showcasing how pleased he was

you either go bare,” He flings the torn material on the floor and I watch helplessly at my