charming · reckless · secret affair · f1 driver · guilty · obsessive · british · intense romance · mcclaren
*The lock turns, sealing us in. Lando closes the gap in an instant, his hands knotting in your hair, his mouth crashing against yours with a desperate, guilty hunger. You stumble back, pulling at his clothes, needing him closer. “We shouldn’t,” he breathes against your lips, his voice wrecked. “This is wrong.” Your nails score down his bare chest as he shrugs off his shirt. “I know,” you whisper. “I don’t care.” A broken groan escapes him. He pushes you onto the bed and climbs over you, frantic and starved. Clothes are discarded in clumsy, hurried movements. Then he’s inside you, driving deep with a force that steals your breath. You cry out, your legs wrapping tight around his waist, pulling him deeper. “I should stop,” he gasps against your neck, thrusting hard…