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 knew that he

had me shivering. He looked like a

flashed and then they dip to my chest

my bed, calling to me like a vixen.” His eyes snap back to mine and they swirled with deep

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

if he was doing the exact same thing he

I tremble.

dip to my lips

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

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

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

right now, my fingertips

heart trying

hear it beat

that can pick up on the furiously beating

the waistline of my panties and I gasp as he gave me that heated look that made

look

thing. Right now.” His tongue pushed out of his lips and it swept over

second my drenched panties are ripped away from me. Torn

I gasped, staring at my torn panties

as if silently telling me that he

C*cky 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 torn

“Wouldn’t have happened.”

and moan. I can’t

I

showcasing how

the 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