My Princess - LINGORM

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I could hear the soft hum of the city through the open window of Orm's penthouse. The night was quiet, but my thoughts were anything but. Orm lay beside me on the couch, her head resting on my shoulder, her fingers gently tracing patterns on my thigh.

It was a calm moment, one of those rare times where the world seemed to slow down, and all that mattered was her, here with me. But I knew something else was building between us—something more than just this easy comfort. The tension had been simmering for days, weeks even, and I could feel it now more than ever. Each touch, each look, every little word she said sent a spark through me that was impossible to ignore.

"You're thinking about something," Orm murmured, her voice soft, almost teasing. She didn't look up, but I could feel her smile against my shoulder.

I smirked, knowing she could feel the shift in my mood. "You could say that."

Her hand stilled for a moment, her fingers pressing lightly into my thigh before she moved them up, closer to my waist. The teasing touch made my breath hitch slightly, and I knew she noticed. I could feel her smiling against me again.

"What is it?" she asked, her voice dropping to a low, husky whisper.

I tilted my head to look down at her, my gaze locking with hers. There was a spark in her eyes, one that mirrored the heat that had been building inside me all day. Without thinking, I reached out and brushed my fingers against her cheek, letting my thumb trace the outline of her jaw.

"You," I said, my voice low and rough. "You're what's on my mind."

Orm's smile widened, and I could see the way her cheeks flushed a soft pink. She bit her lip, her fingers continuing to trace slow, lazy patterns along my body, but this time with more intent.

"You know," she said slowly, her tone teasing, "you could always do something about it."

The challenge in her voice was unmistakable, and something inside me snapped. In an instant, I was shifting, turning so I was hovering over her, my body caging hers against the couch. Her eyes widened slightly in surprise, but the smile never left her face.

"Is that what you want?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper as I leaned in, my lips brushing against her ear.

Orm's breath hitched, and I felt her body arch up into mine, her hands coming up to grip my arms. "Maybe," she said, her voice shaky but full of anticipation.

That was all I needed.

Without another word, I closed the distance between us, capturing her lips in a kiss that was anything but gentle. It was hot, demanding, and full of everything I had been holding back for weeks. Orm responded instantly, her hands flying to my shoulders as she kissed me back just as fiercely, her body pressing up into mine.

The feel of her beneath me, the way her body moved against mine, was intoxicating. My fangs ached, but this time, it wasn't the bloodlust that was taking over—it was something far more primal, far more dangerous. I kissed her harder, my hands sliding down to grip her waist, pulling her closer until there was no space left between us.

Orm moaned softly against my lips, and the sound sent a shiver down my spine. I broke the kiss just long enough to catch my breath, my forehead resting against hers as we both panted, the tension between us thicker than ever.

"God, you're driving me crazy," I murmured, my voice rough with desire.

Orm's hands slid up to tangle in my hair, pulling me back down for another kiss. This one was slower, more sensual, but just as intense. She tasted like coffee and something sweet, something that was uniquely hers, and I couldn't get enough of it.

Her hands roamed over my body, tugging at the hem of my shirt, and I couldn't help the growl that escaped my lips. I pulled away slightly, looking down at her with a smirk. "You're getting bold, princess."

Orm grinned, her eyes dark with desire as she tugged at my shirt again. "Maybe I just know what I want."

I chuckled, loving this side of her. "And what is it that you want?"

She didn't answer with words. Instead, she pulled me down into another kiss, her hands sliding under my shirt to press against my bare skin. Her touch was electric, sending sparks of pleasure through me with every movement, and I found myself losing control.

I kissed her back with a new intensity, my hands moving to explore her body in return. Every inch of her was soft, warm, and so perfect that it was driving me insane. I wanted more—more of her, more of this, more of everything.

I broke the kiss again, this time trailing my lips down her neck, pressing soft, teasing kisses along her skin. Orm gasped, her hands gripping my shoulders tightly as she arched into me, her body trembling with anticipation.

"You're so beautiful," I whispered against her skin, my lips brushing against the sensitive spot just below her ear.

Orm moaned softly, her hands tightening in my hair as she tilted her head to give me better access. "Ling," she whispered, her voice breathless and full of need.

I smiled against her skin, loving the way she said my name like that. I kissed her neck again, my fangs grazing her skin ever so lightly, just enough to make her shiver. But I didn't bite. Not yet.

Instead, I pulled back slightly, looking down at her with a smirk. "Still think kissing my vampire self is hot?"

Orm's eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at me with a dazed expression. Her lips were swollen from our kisses, her hair a mess, and her chest was heaving with every breath. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

"God, yes," she breathed, her hands sliding up to cup my face. "So, so hot."

I couldn't help but grin at that. "Good," I whispered, leaning down to kiss her again, this time slow and deep.

As our lips met once more, I knew one thing for certain: this was just the beginning. The fire between us was only growing stronger, and there was no way I was going to let it die out.