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.

that he might

like a Cheshire

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

on my bed, calling to me like a vixen.” His eyes snap back to mine and they swirled with deep

Especially with the way you stared at me while I dove into you over and

he was doing the exact same thing he had just said to

I tremble.

eyes dip to my lips

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

I moaned, getting turned on more by his recalling

and waiting for me to feast on you before I f*ck you. I remember how glistening your little p*ssy was. Clenching as

my fingertips tingling, my

heart trying to get

hear it

is it my ears alone that

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

look

His tongue pushed out of his lips and it swept over the

second my drenched panties are ripped away from me. Torn

I gasped, staring at my torn panties around

raised a brow, as if silently telling

C*cky impatient

wanted to eat you. You should’ve been a good girl and moved out of them the moment I said so. Or this,” He span the torn material around his finger, his grin

“Wouldn’t have happened.”

to glare and moan. I can’t f*cking choose which

So I do

widened, showcasing how pleased he was by

you don’t want the others to suffer the same fate baby, I do suggest that you either go bare,” He flings the torn material on the floor and I