Sophia lay sprawled provocatively across the bed, her body a tantalizing invitation wrapped in the sheer fabric of her nightgown.
The gown, nearly translucent in the dim light, clung to her curves, emphasizing every soft line of her figure.
One slender leg was bent at the knee, slightly lifted, with her thigh exposed in a teasing display of smooth, supple skin.
The other leg stretched out languidly, the hem of her gown slipping dangerously high, hinting at more beneath.
Her hips were angled, giving her waist a sinuous curve, the fabric pooling slightly around her, barely covering her hips.
The thin straps of the gown had slid down her shoulders, leaving her cleavage exposed, the soft swell of her breasts pressing against the delicate fabric.
Her nipples were faintly visible through the sheer material, firm against the light cloth, adding to the allure of her posture.
Her arms were spread above her head, wrists crossed playfully as if daring Adrian to hold them down and then ravage her savagely to his heart's content.
The action caused her chest to arch, pushing her breasts up enticingly, drawing the eye. Her neck was elongated in this position, the curve of her collarbone visible, adding to the sensuality of the scene.
Sophia's crimson eyes gleamed with a daring, playful light, and her lips, slightly parted, held the hint of a smirk.
Her hair cascaded around her in disarray, framing her face and shoulders like a halo. Every inch of her posture screamed confidence and desire, as if she were daring Adrian to take her right then and there.
She was laying there inviting her little brother to completely ravage her.
Adrian's mind went blank, his body moving on instinct as Sophia lay before him, her seductive form illuminated by the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the window.
She looked up at him with a mischievous glint in her eye, her lips parted in anticipation.
He had come to discuss serious matters—dangerous ones involving dark guilds and curses—but now, all that seemed distant, insignificant.
The allure of his sister, combined with the fatigue from the day's overwhelming events, clouded his judgment. He was entranced, and the only thing that mattered in that moment was her.
"Come on, little brother," she whispered, her voice like silk. "Show me what you really want."
Adrian's heart raced as he climbed onto the bed, leaning over her, his hands bracing himself on either side of her head.
The smell of her perfume, faint and intoxicating, filled his senses. Sophia lifted her hands, tracing her fingers over his jawline, sending a shiver through his body.
Her touch was electric, her every movement deliberate, as if she were savoring the moment just as much as he was.
She leaned up slightly, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "I've been waiting for you to come to me."
Adrian could barely think. His hands found the hem of her nightgown, lifting it slowly as his gaze traveled down the length of her body.
He took in every inch of her, from the swell of her breasts to the smooth skin of her thighs, all laid out before him in invitation.
Sophia moaned softly as his hands made contact with her bare skin, her body arching slightly under his touch.
She closed her eyes, biting her lip as she reveled in the feeling of his fingers tracing over her hips, her thighs, teasing her in a way that made her body quiver with anticipation.
"You've been teasing me long enough," Adrian finally growled, his voice low and thick with desire.
Sophia's eyes fluttered open, and she smirked. "Good. Then stop holding back, Adrian."
That was all the encouragement he needed. With a deep, primal hunger driving him, Adrian kissed her, his lips crashing against hers in a fevered embrace.
Sophia responded eagerly, her hands tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer, her body pressing against his.
The kiss deepened, their tongues intertwining as they lost themselves in each other. Adrian's hands roamed freely over her body, exploring every curve and line as his desire for her grew hotter with every passing second.
Sophia's soft moans filled the room, spurring him on, making him want to claim her in every way imaginable.
As their kiss broke, Sophia lay back on the pillows, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she gazed up at Adrian with lust-filled eyes.
Her nightgown was already half off, barely clinging to her shoulders. She reached up, slipping it off completely, revealing herself fully to him.
Adrian's breath hitched at the sight of her bare body, her skin glowing in the moonlight, flawless and inviting.
He leaned down, his lips brushing over her collarbone, then lower, trailing kisses down her chest as Sophia gasped softly beneath him.
Her fingers tightened in his hair as his lips found her breast, his tongue flicking over her nipple before taking it fully into his mouth. Sophia moaned loudly, arching into him, her body responding eagerly to every touch, every kiss.
Adrian's hands slid down her sides, gripping her hips as he shifted, positioning himself between her legs.
His own clothes felt too tight, too constricting, as he continued to worship her body with his lips and hands.
"Adrian," she gasped, her voice trembling with desire. "Ravage me to your heart's content. Pent all your frustrations on me, my dear brother."
Her words sent a jolt through his body, making him realize, she had seen through his troubled mind. He then asked,"Do I look that bad, big sis that you noticed it in an instant."
"Foolish little brother, of course I will notice when you have that face full of scowls. Just as I am yours, you're also mine. How can I not notice your troubled mind. Go ahead and ravage me, release your frustrations on me. I will always be here for you."
As he looked down at Sophia, lying there so open and vulnerable before him, ready to be his outlet for his frustrations, he felt an overwhelming surge of both protectiveness and lust. She was his—no one else's—that fact made him proud.
"Prepare yourself Sophia," Adrian said as he shed his clothes.
Sophia reached out for him, her fingers curling around his arm as she pulled him down to her again.
Their bodies pressed together, skin to skin, and Adrian could feel the heat radiating from her as she wrapped her legs around his waist.
The world outside disappeared. The dark guild, the curse, the responsibilities—they were all forgotten in the face of this moment, where nothing existed but him and his sister.