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Aiden licks the tears falling down my right cheek. My skin turns hot and cold at the same time. He moves to the left cheek, taking his time in tasting my tears.
My scar. Several angry red marks surround it. Did the psycho leave freaking hickeys around my scar? What in the ever living hell was going on in his defective brain?
I don’t usually remember my dreams, but I recall glimpses of this one. Dark grey eyes. Tears in my eyes and something thick in my mouth.
“Admit your deepest darkest desires, Elsa.” I don’t know if it’s because of his lips or the low-throaty, almost husky tone he said my name with, but I’m a goner.
“You taste better than any fucking fantasy.”
“Because you were always mine. You just didn’t know it yet.”
“I love kissing you.”
He stops, his head peeking from between my thighs with a shit-eating grin on his face. “I love the idea of being your God.”
“Souls are attracted to each other.”
