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

me shivering. He looked like a Cheshire cat. One that got the last

lingerie. Red lingerie,” His lips quirk, his eyes flashed and then they dip to my

my bed, calling to me like a vixen.” His

way you stared at

he had just said to me. I swore I could feel him do

I tremble.

dip to my lips that

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

on more by his recalling of his

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 right in my head

My breathing is so furious right now, my fingertips

my heart trying to get out

Can he hear it beat for

ears alone that

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

look was

tongue pushed out

my drenched panties are ripped away from me.

I gasped, staring at my torn

brow, as if silently telling me that he did nothing

C*cky impatient blue eyed

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

“Wouldn’t have happened.”

moan. I

I

His grin widened, showcasing how pleased he was by

to suffer the same fate baby, I do suggest that you either go bare,” He flings the torn material on the floor and I watch helplessly at my once un-