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

looked like a Cheshire cat. One

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

like a vixen.” His eyes snap back to mine and they swirled with deep

the way you stared at me while I dove into you over and over.” He

him as if he was doing the exact same thing he

I tremble.

my lips that parted on

what dream that had me so hard the next morning for you?” He whispered, head

I moaned, getting turned on more by his recalling of

He 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

my

trying to get

hear it

that can

the waistline of my panties and I gasp as he

look

His tongue pushed

second my drenched panties are ripped away from me.

I gasped, staring at my torn panties

He raised a brow, as if silently telling me that he did nothing

C*cky impatient

good girl and moved out of them

“Wouldn’t have happened.”

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

I do

showcasing how pleased he was by my

others 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 un- torn