My Princess - LINGORM

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I leaned against the doorframe of Orm's penthouse, waiting for her to finish whatever task was keeping her occupied in the kitchen. The scent of freshly brewed coffee lingered in the air, but my mind was far from anything related to caffeine. Instead, I was focused entirely on the girl just a few feet away from me.

Orm turned around, her eyes locking with mine for a split second, and I could tell by the way she bit her lip that she knew exactly what I was thinking. She smiled—innocent, yet teasing—and something in me stirred.

I could feel the faint pulse of my fangs pressing against my gums, a reminder that I wasn't just any normal girl standing in her apartment. And by the way Orm's eyes flickered between my lips and the rest of me, I knew she was thinking about it too.

I smirked, pushing myself off the doorframe and sauntering over to her. "You're not even done with your coffee yet, princess, and I'm already distracted."

She raised an eyebrow, leaning casually against the counter as if my words didn't affect her. "Distracted by what?" she asked, her voice light but with that unmistakable hint of flirtation.

I chuckled, stopping just inches from her, close enough to feel the heat radiating off her skin. "You," I said simply, letting the word hang between us.

Orm's cheeks flushed a soft pink, and her eyes darted to the side before she met my gaze again, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "I thought vampires were supposed to have better self-control."

I leaned in closer, my lips brushing against her ear as I whispered, "You make it very hard to control myself."

Her breath hitched, and I knew I had her. Before she could respond, I closed the distance between us, capturing her lips with mine in a deep, slow kiss. The way her body responded to me was intoxicating, and I could feel her hands slide up to my shoulders, pulling me even closer.

She kissed me back with that same hungry energy I'd come to expect from her, and I couldn't help but feel a rush of satisfaction at the way I made her feel. My fangs pressed against my lips as I deepened the kiss, and I knew she could feel them too.

When I pulled away slightly, just enough to catch my breath, I saw the look in her eyes—half dazed, half exhilarated. Her hands were still gripping my shoulders, and I could feel her pulse quickening beneath her skin.

"God," she whispered breathlessly, her eyes not leaving mine for a second, "kissing your vampire self is so hot."

I chuckled, leaning in to brush my lips against hers once more, teasing her with how close I was without actually kissing her. "Oh? Is that what you like about me?" I teased, my voice low and sultry.

Orm rolled her eyes but didn't pull away. "That, and a few other things," she said, her lips curling into a small smile.

"Hmm, like what?" I pressed, loving the way her heartbeat raced whenever I got close to her.

She tilted her head, pretending to think for a moment. "Maybe your confidence," she said playfully, her hands sliding down my arms to rest at my waist. "Or maybe it's the way you look at me like I'm the only person in the room."

I smirked, loving the way she talked back to me. "That's because you are the only person in the room worth looking at."

Orm rolled her eyes again, but I could tell she liked the compliment. She leaned in, her lips brushing against mine as she whispered, "Then maybe you should kiss me again."

I didn't need any further encouragement. I closed the gap between us, pulling her flush against me as I kissed her deeply. This time, I didn't hold back—I let her feel the full intensity of what she did to me, how much I craved her.

Her hands gripped my waist tighter, and I could feel her melt into me as our bodies pressed together. The way she responded to me was like a drug, and I never wanted to stop.

Eventually, we broke apart, both of us breathless and flushed. Orm was smiling now, her eyes sparkling with that same playful mischief I loved about her.

"I swear," she said, still catching her breath, "you get more irresistible every time."

I grinned, leaning in to kiss her cheek. "Good to know."

But she wasn't done teasing me yet. "So," she said, stepping back just enough to give me space but still keeping her hands on me, "is this how you plan to spend the rest of the day? Just... kissing me?"

I pretended to think for a moment. "I mean, there are worse ways to spend a day," I said with a smirk.

Orm laughed, swatting my arm playfully. "You're impossible."

"But you love it," I said, leaning down to kiss her again, softer this time.

She sighed into the kiss, her hands resting on my chest as she kissed me back. And for a moment, everything felt perfect—like nothing else mattered except her and me.

When we pulled away again, she rested her forehead against mine, her voice soft. "I'm serious though. It's like... when you're like this, I can't help but feel drawn to you."

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Like what?"

Orm blushed, biting her lip. "You know... when you're in your vampire form."

I chuckled, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "So you're into vampires, huh?"

She shook her head, smiling. "Not just any vampire. Just you."

Her words hit me harder than I expected, and for a moment, I didn't know how to respond. Instead, I kissed her again, letting my actions speak for me.

We spent the next few hours like that—flirting, kissing, and just enjoying each other's company. Every time I thought I couldn't want her more, she did something that made me fall for her even harder. It was a dangerous feeling, this closeness, but one I wouldn't trade for anything.

By the time the sun started to set, the apartment was filled with the soft glow of the evening light, casting long shadows across the room. Orm was lying on the couch, her head resting on my lap as I played with her hair, her fingers absentmindedly tracing circles on my arm.

"You know," she said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper, "I could get used to this."

I smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead. "Me too, princess. Me too."