My Brother's Girlfriend [LingOrm]

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Ling's POV

I shoved Orm onto the bed, my heart hammering in my chest as I watched her eyes darken with pure, unfiltered desire. The way she looked at me was electrifying, a potent mix of lust and longing that mirrored my own hunger. Her lips parted slightly, and her breathing quickened, the anticipation in the air thick enough to cut with a knife.

Without hesitation, I climbed onto the bed, straddling her hips, my legs on either side of her, trapping her beneath me. The warmth of her body seeped through my clothes, making me acutely aware of every inch of her beneath me. My fingers itched to touch her, to explore every curve, every dip, every line of her body. But there was one thing in the way—the damn dress she was wearing, clinging to her in all the right places, teasing me with what it concealed.

I couldn't stand it any longer. My fingers curled around the neckline of her dress, the fabric soft yet infuriatingly resilient. With a swift, decisive motion, I tore it down the middle, the sound of ripping fabric filling the room like a primal growl.

Orm gasped, her eyes wide with a mix of surprise and arousal. "That's my favorite dress!" she protested, though her voice was breathless, trembling with excitement.

"It was your favorite dress," I shot back, a smirk tugging at the corners of my lips as I tossed the shredded fabric aside, not caring where it landed.

Her bare skin was finally exposed to me, and I drank in the sight of her. Orm's body was a masterpiece, each curve begging to be touched, worshipped. My hands moved on their own accord, tracing the lines of her body, memorizing every dip, every contour.

I didn't give her a chance to respond before I crushed my lips to hers. The kiss started off slow, almost tender, but the intensity grew quickly. Our tongues battled for control, a desperate clash of need and desire that had been simmering between us for too long. What began as a passionate exchange quickly morphed into something raw, primal—a desperate hunger that neither of us could deny any longer.

I broke the kiss, moving down to her neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses along her skin. I could feel the rapid thud of her pulse under my lips, a testament to how much she wanted this, wanted me. I sucked hard, leaving marks that would remind her—and me—of this moment. Her breathy moans filled the room, each one stoking the fire inside me, making me crave her even more.

I continued my descent, reaching her chest. Her bra was the next obstacle, and with a swift motion, I tore it away, revealing her bare breasts to me. They were perfect, and I couldn't resist the urge to take one into my mouth. I flicked my tongue over her nipple, teasing it before sucking gently. Orm's hands found their way to my back, her nails digging into my skin as she arched into me, pushing herself closer, begging for more.

"Going to rip all my clothes?" she managed to tease, though her voice was shaky with arousal, her body trembling beneath my touch.

"If it makes you like this every time, then yes," I replied, my voice low and thick with desire. I could feel the heat pooling between my legs, the ache growing more intense with each passing second.

Her breasts felt like they were made for me, drawing me in, demanding my attention. I alternated between them, sucking and licking, savoring the way she responded to my touch. Orm's hands moved to my head, tangling in my hair, pressing me closer, urging me to take more of her into my mouth.

"Orm, you're going to suffocate me," I teased, though I had no intention of stopping. Her hands moved back to my shoulders, her nails scratching lightly, sending shivers through me as I continued my assault on her senses.