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 me

looked like a Cheshire cat.

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

vixen.” His eyes snap back to

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

I moaned, arching into him as if he was doing the exact same thing he had just said to me. I swore I could feel him do .exactly that right

I tremble.

His eyes dip to my lips that parted on

you know what dream that had me so hard the next morning for you?” He whispered, head dipping again, harsh breath beating against my

“What?” I moaned, getting turned on more by his recalling

bed. Legs open and waiting for me to feast on you before I f*ck you. I remember how

my fingertips tingling, my

that my heart trying to get out

he hear it beat

it my ears alone that can pick up on the

fingers now crawl to the waistline of my panties and I gasp as he gave me that heated look that

look

rather the real thing. Right now.” His tongue pushed

my drenched panties are ripped away from

gasped, staring at my torn panties

silently telling me

C*cky impatient

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

“Wouldn’t have happened.”

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

So I do

His grin widened, showcasing how pleased he was

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