The Girl He Craves

The Girl He Craves By Demiah13 Chapter 150

Chapter 150

Sophie’s pov

The possessiveness in his tone had me shuddering with pleasure.

It should have irked me. But it didn’t.

My body knew it belonged to him, even before we agreed to try this out.

And at the back of my mind I knew so too. I knew I be- longed to him but I was stubborn to move on and pretend like he doesn’t exist.

But sometimes life does this funny thing where you think everything is falling apart but it doesn’t.

You see…when Aiden found out about Ashton before I could tell him myself, the first thing that came to my mind. right away was that I would lose my son.

Aiden was powerful, wealthy and had more connections. I had nothing.

And we were not on good terms too. So that also added to my anxiety.

But then things fell in place and surprisingly it didn’t take long to put the pieces together. Aiden and I eventually got along to the point that he confessed everything.

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Maybe this was how things were supposed to happen.

This was how we were meant to find each other again and

stop going around each other in circles.

We both were not bold enough to confess our feelings before, but now…..

“Oh Aiden,” I moaned when his tongue flickered against my nub. The sensation traveled to my stomach, a sharp sen- sation that had my juices overflowing.

He groaned in satisfaction, praising me silently to keep feeding him what he wanted.

my thigh gripping me tightly as his

his eyes closing as if he was savoring

fingers bit into my skin and

loud tumble out of my mouth, his eyes open and he stares

the pure hunger in his eyes were unbearable, my thighs tighten

swirled his tongue over

helpless to his torture and I’m under his spell, weak- ened

I want more,

fingers

So soft.

Just like his lips on

the vibration trembling on my throbbing nub. The poor thing

tongue.

Aiden,” I whispered his name like a silent prayer, feeling the way it rolled off

me closer as he lashed his tongue

furiously now. My mind muddled with

think properly when he’s going down on me, and when he’s inside me, moving

could do that to someone. Make them

to latch on to the strays

moans, brushing a feathering breath against my hot

silently telling him that he was missing inside

I shudder.

my little Soph. My favorite aroma, my fa- vorite taste.”

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unable to withstand this kind of

was working magic on me like

with white tiny

I was on the verge of passing out from the amount of pleasure, but then a sharp clench in my lower stomach, a raging grip on my thighs and

name, my fingers latching in those soft strands for

gasp as I felt like

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