Page 104 of Shiver

“Good thing you don’t have to restrain yourself with me,” she taunts.

She presses a hand to the center of my chest, dropping her mouth to my ear and sucking on my lobe. “You talk a big game, Luca. Are you ready to play ball?” she asks, and the moment the words leave her mouth, I’m on her.

I have her pinned under me, chest heaving, and those sweet brown nipples are inches from my face. I pluck one into my mouth, sucking on it fervently as she cries out, gripping her fingers in my roots.

Releasing her nipple, I bring my mouth to the edge of hers and whisper, “I’m more than ready, princess. But I don’t play with balls, so I hope you’re ready to get pucked.”

Her head falls back in a fit of laughter, and the sound is glorious.

I nuzzle my face into her neck, littering her skin with kisses. She runs her fingers through my hair, and suddenly, I’m on my back.

Rolling my eyes at her, I grip her hips as she rotates them over my erection. “You just can’t help yourself, can you? Always need to be in control,” I tsk. “Good thing I’m happy to bow down to you, princess.”

She sucks her bottom lip between her teeth, gripping my shoulders for purchase as she continues to glide over me.

I can feel her slick heat through my slacks, and if I don’t get them off me immediately, they’ll tear at the seams.

My fingers trail down her thighs and stop at my belt buckle. I undo it, trying to work my zipper down in between her movements, but she readjusts to sit between my thighs.

Her hand cups my balls through my pants before she finally undoes my zipper, and my cock springs free. Her fingers dig into my hips as she grabs hold of my pants and briefs, working them down my legs until she drops them to the ground at the end of the bed.

She settles between my thighs, wrapping those pretty fingers around my base. The pad of her thumb rubs along the shiny silver metal barbells. I’m holding my breath with every move she makes, and when she finally directs my tip into her hot mouth, my eyes roll to the back of my head.

Chapter eighty-two

Samara

Sunday, September 27, 2026

“Oh,fuck.” He moans loudly, his head tossed back in ecstasy.I’ve barely even touched him.

The head of Luca’s dick is quite literally dripping in precum. The salty flavor glides over my tongue as I run it along his engorged length, paying special attention to the metal piercing his skin.

My skin feels feverish as I work to suppress the thoughts creeping in.God, I can’t wait to know how these feel inside me.

I take as much of him into my mouth as I can, but I’m already choking, and I’m just over halfway. My eyes are brimming with tears. I look up to meet Luca’s gaze, and it’s practically boring holes into me.

“God, you’re so fucking perfect,principessa.That sweet, glossy mouth of yours wrapped around my cock is the prettiest sight I’ve ever seen.”

His words spur me forward despite how full my throat feels. I adjust my angle, taking him another inch and pumping my hand along the base to make up for whatever I can’t reach. My throat stretches to accommodate him, but it isn’t enough. “Fuck, yes, princess,just like that,” he groans out.

I continue with the same pace, trying like hell to breathe through my nose as I do. “Samara…” He moans. Luca’s thumb slides into the corner of my mouth, unlatching my hollowed-out cheeks from his shaft. He removes himself from my mouth, replacing it with that thumb.

I look up at him, stunned.

“Lie on your back, Samara,” he instructs.

“Don’t you want me to—” But he cuts me off when I don’t move as quickly as he’d like.

He has me sprawled out on my back in the center of my bed. I watch as he crawls down my body, nestling himself between my legs.

Luca slides his hands beneath my thighs and pulls them up, placing my legs on his shoulders as he wrenches my body closer to his mouth. “I’m starving, princess. Aren’t you gonna feed me?” he asks, a devious smile playing across his lips.

When I don’t answer, too busy staring at him in shock, he rolls his eyes playfully, taking a chapter out of my own handbook. “Fine, if you don’t intend to feed me, I can do it myself, but what I can’t do is warm my ears while I eat. So, princess, will you be my earmuffs tonight?” A cheesy grin plays across his plump lips, and I can’t help but relax a fraction.

This sexy, hard-headed, absolute brute of a man is also a giant goofball,and I absolutely adore him.

I squeeze the sides of his head with my thighs, and he shakes with laughter. “Such a good,obedientgirl,” he jokes.

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