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 have

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

his eyes flashed and then they dip to my chest where he could see the rise

my bed, calling to me like a vixen.”

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

he had just said to me. I

I tremble.

eyes dip to my lips that parted on

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

on more by his recalling

grunt. “When you had 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

breathing is so furious right now, my fingertips tingling, my p*ssy

trying to get out of

he hear it

ears alone that can pick up on the

of my panties and I gasp as he

look

His tongue pushed out of his lips and it swept over

drenched panties are ripped

staring at my torn panties around

if silently telling me

C*cky impatient

“I told you I wanted to eat you. You should’ve been a good girl and moved out of

“Wouldn’t have happened.”

want to glare and moan. I can’t

I

how pleased

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