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

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

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

vixen.” His eyes snap back

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

arching into him as if he was doing the exact same thing he had just said

I tremble.

dip to my lips that parted on

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

turned on more by his recalling

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

right now, my fingertips tingling, my p*ssy tingling. G*d, I’m losing

trying to

hear

that

crawl to the waistline of my panties and I gasp as he gave me

look

thing. Right now.” His tongue pushed out

my drenched panties are ripped away from me. Torn

gasped, staring at my

as if silently telling me that he did nothing

impatient

moved out of them the moment I said so. Or this,” He span the torn material around his finger,

“Wouldn’t have happened.”

glare and moan.

So I do

how pleased he was

baby, I do suggest that you either go bare,” He flings the