"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*
It didn't take long for lita to leave the elevator with max before her back was pressed up against the hotel room door and his beautiful lips were on hers
The whole ride in the elevator felt like a fever dream
Her back against his chest His lips teasing the back of her neck His hands teasing the bottom of her skirt
It all felt to good to be real but yet it was and this was happening...
The kisses he placed on her right now were nothing compared to what they had shared over the past few races
They were rough and desperate, enough to make any girls toes curl and pants to become a swimming pool.
Max's hands held her lower back like a delicate swan, his plump lips slowly trailing down the side of her jaw to the smooth skin of the brunettes neck
Lulling her head back as every fibre of her being tingled with every kiss from the man before her she almost lost it when he tangled a rough hand in her hair
A whimper.
The sweet sound he had been deprived off since Belgium had him on edge
if her noises were a drug then he was surely the addict.
Tugging on her long locks as he nibbled along her neck, he slowly let his hands trial down to the back of her thighs as her breaths came out short and slightly heavier
Kissing up to her ear and kissing under the lobe his raspy voice made the whole tension of the room feel heavy and thick "jump."
Pulling her up on his waist like it was nothing lita curled her arms around the Dutchman's neck as she leaned down to place her lips back on his while he carried her over to the hanging bed
The soft sheets hitting her back made her arch slightly as she looked up at the dark pupils that made her want to bite her lip.
The sight of her laying on the bed...waiting for him made his already tight feeling shorts unbareable
Placing his rough hands on her silky thighs he slowly pulled her legs apart as he rubbed up and down them
If she wasn't hot and bothered before, she was sure as hell now.
Biting down on her lip as his hands inched under the colourful skirt she had worn to dinner the chilling air that filled her lungs almost felt untouchable
Tracing his thumb over the side of her panties had her arching out but the second he swiped it over her folds causing pressure to her clit had her a whimpering mess
"Already so wet and I haven't even touched you properly" he laughed almost cruelly but inside he was fighting against taring down her skirt and fucking her loudly that the room next to them would hear it but that's not what his Lonnie deserved.
