"Cause you and I, we were born to die.."
Or
In which:
Lolita rozier "lita" and max verstappen despise each other that much that they can't stop thinking About one another.
Real life
Started: 28/9/23
Finished:
Book 1 of 'young and reckless' series
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*mature content warning*
Max's words instantly sent a shiver down litas spine, she could tell that the Dutchman had felt it as his mouth formed a cruel teasing smirk as he placed open kisses along her neck.
With a firm grasp on her hips, Max's slowly to the point it was painful kissed down litas chest and to her left covered breast before placing teasing kisses over the silk material that covered it causing her to let out a small whimper
Lita couldn't tell if satan had entered the room as she felt her body heat up and god was her brain fogging...
Kissing over to give her right breast the same small piece of attention, the Dutch driver let his rough hands leave her hips and find a home at the top of her thighs causing goosebumps to arise on her softly tanned skin
Litas breathing couldn't help but hitch as he began to softly message the skin of her outter thighs, rub and caressing...letting the tips of his fingers trail and glided up and down them like a delicate tea set that need careful attention.
She had never been a big fan of her thighs growing up but the way max was touching them made her stomach tighten and a flutter of heat reach her cunt
Looking up at the brunette with his dark almost black iris's, the Dutchman was drinking in her reactions like an addict...with every kiss he placed over the pink fabric covering her stomach her cheeks grew pinker and her breath became heavier.
Letting her hands trail down, litas hands held onto the firm biceps of her teammate arms and as soon as he got her jammy top to slide up slightly to reveal the smooth skin of her lower belly...she was gone for
Max left wet open mouth kisses as his warm breath on her stomach made lita arch slightly of the hotel bed and closer to the Dutchman, it was like she was oblivious to all the power she was giving to the man who was forever ment to be her rival.
With a reluctant stop, max continue to message her silk smooth thighs before tauntingly moving them up to the waist band of the pyjama shorts she was wearing but didn't dare pull them down...not just yet at-least
Bringing her honey coloured eyes down from the ceiling with a panting breath to the Dutchman position between her legs confused, she saw him waiting
Waiting for permission to pull her shorts down...to see if she wanted to continue...
They didn't need visible or verbal communication (not that lita could form proper sentences) but the way her honey eyes stared into his it displayed trust.
