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.

even though I knew that he might have me blushing even in my

shivering. He looked like a Cheshire cat.

one with you in nothing but lingerie. Red lingerie,” His lips quirk, his eyes flashed and then they dip to my chest where he could see the rise and fall of

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

with the way you stared at me

same thing he had just said

I tremble.

dip to my lips that

hard the next morning for you?” He whispered, head dipping again, harsh breath beating against my mouth and tangled with my own

moaned, getting turned on more by his

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 little p*ssy was. Clenching as it noticed my stare. F*ck I can see it playing

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

that my heart trying to get out of my

Can he hear it beat for

that can pick up on the furiously

my panties and I gasp as he gave me that

look was

“But I think I rather the real thing. Right now.” His tongue pushed out of his lips and it swept over the

second my drenched panties are ripped away from me.

I gasped, staring at my torn panties around

if silently

impatient blue eyed

eat you. You should’ve been a good girl and moved out of them the moment I said so. Or this,” He span the

“Wouldn’t have happened.”

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

I do

widened, showcasing 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 helplessly at my once