Illicit Infatuation-Lingorm

Chapter 7 [M]

(TW: This chapter contains sexual scenes. Feel free to skip if this bothers you. What happens in this chapter won't necessary add much to the progression of the story anyway.)

As their lips met, a wave of familiar sensation washed over Orm, a sense of coming home. She deepened the kiss, tasting the sweetness of Lingling's lips, her tongue seeking to reconnect and reclaim what had been lost.

The kiss became more passionate, Orm's hands moving to encircle Lingling's waist, pulling her closer, eliminating any space between them. The years of yearning, the pent-up longings, and the unsaid words all poured into the kiss, a silent promise of never letting go again.

The place was filled with the sounds of passionate sighs and soft moans as the two women lost themselves in a deep, intense make-out session. Time seemed to stand still as Orm's lips explored every inch of Lingling's mouth, their bodies pressed together, the heat between them almost palpable. It was a moment of rediscovery, a moment of claiming what was theirs and theirs alone.

Orm pulled away slightly, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. She took a moment to look at Lingling, her eyes roving over her face, the swollen, kiss-bruised lips, the cheeks flushed with desire, and the slight dishevelment of her hair. The sight was intoxicating, and Orm's heart skipped a beat.

She let out a shaky exhale: "You're so beautiful," she whispered, her voice filled with raw desire and a hint of awe.

Lingling's own breath was unsteady as she found herself under Orm's intense gaze. A soft smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she spoke.

Lingling brought a hand up to gently caress Orm's face, her fingers tracing a path from her temple to her jawline, her touch light yet trembling. "I don't know how I've managed to go without you all these years."

Orm, as lost in the moment as she was, was also keenly aware of their surroundings. Realizing that the balcony was hardly the place for the things she intended to do, she pulled back slightly, her voice a soft whisper as she suggested.

"As much as I'm enjoying this view," she murmured, her voice laced with a sultry undertone, "perhaps we should move this inside." Her hand curled around Lingling's wrist, applying a gentle but firm pull towards the bedroom. "I want you all to myself, and this balcony is too... public for my liking."

Orm led Lingling into the lavish hotel room, her steps quickening with anticipation. The moment they were inside and the door was closed, Orm spun around, their bodies colliding as she backed Lingling against the wall.

With a swift movement, Orm placed both hands on either side of Lingling, trapping her between her arms, their faces inches apart. A sly smirk tugged at the corners of her lips.

"Now," she said, her voice a seductive whisper, "where were we?"

Orm didn't wait for a response as she leaned in, her body pressing against Lingling's. Her lips found their way to Lingling's neck, trailing a path of hot, open-mouthed kisses down to the soft, sensitive skin beneath her ear.

"You have no idea how much I've missed this," Orm breathed, her voice dripping with unhidden longing. "You taste just the same, feel just the same."

Orm's words were cut short as she felt herself being pushed gently backwards, her body making contact with the edge of the bed behind her. She let out a small, surprised gasp, her breath hitching slightly in her throat as she looked up at Lingling, her eyes widening.

There was a brief moment of stunned surprise, but then a spark of arousal ignited within Orm. The tables had been turned, and she could feel a thrill of anticipation running through her veins.