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.

that he might have me blushing

me shivering. He looked like a

was one with you in nothing but lingerie. Red lingerie,” His lips quirk, his eyes flashed and then they dip to my chest where

bed, calling to me like a vixen.” His eyes snap back to mine

a s*xy dream. Especially with the way you stared at me while I dove into you over

thing he had just said to me. I swore I could feel him do .exactly that right

I tremble.

to my lips

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

I moaned, getting turned on more by his recalling

on you before I f*ck you.

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

Is that my heart trying

he hear

Or is it my ears alone that can

fingers now crawl to the waistline of my panties and I gasp

This look was

think I rather the real thing. Right now.” His tongue pushed out

a second my drenched panties are ripped

staring at my torn panties around

as if silently telling me that he

impatient blue eyed

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

“Wouldn’t have happened.”

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

So I

showcasing how pleased he was

want 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