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.

knew that he might have

smirk had me shivering. He looked like a Cheshire

lips quirk, his eyes flashed and then they dip to my chest where he could see the

my bed, calling to me like a vixen.” His eyes snap back to mine

a s*xy dream. Especially with the way you stared at me while I dove into you

him as if he was doing the exact same thing he had just said to me.

I tremble.

my lips that parted on the

so hard the next morning for you?” He whispered, head dipping again,

moaned, getting turned on more by his recalling of his

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 see it playing

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

heart trying to

hear it beat for

alone that can pick up on the furiously

my panties and I gasp as he gave me that heated look that made my toes

look was

I think I rather the real thing. Right now.” His tongue pushed out of his

In a second my drenched panties are

at my torn panties around

brow, as if silently telling me that he did nothing

C*cky impatient

moved out of them the moment I said so. Or this,” He span the

“Wouldn’t have happened.”

moan.

So I

showcasing how pleased he was by

suffer the same fate baby, I do suggest that you either go bare,” He flings the torn material on the floor and I watch