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.

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

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

flashed and then they dip to my chest where he

me like a vixen.” His eyes snap back to mine and they

with the way you stared at me while I dove into you

into him as if he was doing the exact same thing he had just said to me. I swore I could feel him

I tremble.

dip to my lips that parted

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

moaned, getting turned on more by his recalling

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

my fingertips

heart trying to get out

he hear it beat for

that can pick

to the waistline of my panties and I gasp

This look

Right now.” His tongue

my drenched panties are ripped away from

I gasped, staring at my torn panties

if silently telling me that he

C*cky impatient blue

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

“Wouldn’t have happened.”

to glare and moan. I can’t f*cking

I do

His grin widened, showcasing how pleased he

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