Love 4 Apex | Lando Norris

🏎 46 - At the Apex

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The following chapter contains explicit content intended for mature audiences. It includes detailed erotic scenes and intimate moments that may not be suitable for all readers. Reader discretion is advised—please proceed only if you are comfortable with this type of content.

Note: This chapter is optional and does not affect the main storyline.

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The world beyond the balcony faded away, leaving only the two of them bathed in Monaco's soft golden glow.Lando's hands roamed lower, his touch tentative yet intentional, igniting a spark beneath Rose's skin. When her fingers gripped his wrist, stopping him, he froze, his breath warm against her neck.

"Rose?" he whispered, his voice a careful blend of desire and concern.

She didn't answer immediately, her gaze fixed on the city below, a faint tremor running through her. The weight of the moment hung between them. Slowly, he guided her to face him, his hands firm but soothing, his thumb brushing over the gentle slope of her cheek. When their eyes met, he saw the mix of hesitation and yearning shimmering there, fragile yet unyielding.

"We don't have to," he said softly, his voice steady, the gentleness of his words grounding her. "You set the pace."

Her chest rose with a shaky breath, her lips parting as she searched his face, finding nothing but understanding. "I want this," she whispered, calm despite her fragile voice. "I want you."

Relief and something deeper—almost reverence—flashed across his face. Without a word, he leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss that started soft but quickly deepened. His hands slid to her waist, pulling her closer, his touch rousing a fire beneath her skin. She responded in kind, her fingers threading through his hair and drawing him closer, erasing any space between them.

Lifting her effortlessly, Lando carried her inside, the cool night air giving way to the cozy radiance of the room. He set her down gently on the kitchen countertop, his movements deliberate and loving. Her short dress had already ridden up, the smooth curve of her thighs brushing against his hips, drawing a low groan from him as their bodies connected.

"You're unbelievable," he murmured against her neck, his lips trailing along her collarbone and awakening a warmth that spread through her with every touch. "But if I'm going too fast—"

"You're not," she interrupted, her voice firmer now, her hands finding the hem of his tank top. "Off," she demanded, her boldness sparking a crooked grin.

"Bossy, aren't you?" he teased, pulling the fabric over his head and tossing it aside. His chest was lean and sculpted, the faint sheen of his skin catching the delicate light. A sharp intake of breath escaped her lips as her hands glided over the warmth of him, exploring every ridge and line like he was something sacred.

"You're beautiful," she said tenderly, the words tumbling out before she could stop them.

His laughter was low and breathy, his hands framing her face as he leaned in. "No, Rosie," he murmured, pressing a tender kiss to her lips. "That's all you."

A blush bloomed across her skin as his unguarded gaze sent a thrill through her. She curled her fingers against his neck, pulling him closer. "Flatterer," she purred with a playful lilt.

"Not flattery if it's true," he replied, his hands sliding to her knees. He gently parted them, stepping between her legs, his touch measured. His fingers skimmed her thighs, the heat of his caress setting her skin alight. "You're driving me mad," he muttered, his voice rough.