Page 105 of Shiver

“I’ve never been accused of being obedient in my whole damn life,” I tell him.

“Don’t I fucking know it,” he grumbles. Within seconds, his mouth is on me, licking a hot trail up my seam.

Tingles shoot up my spine, and everything tightens as he flicks his tongue over my clit, swirling, then sucking it between his lips.

“It should be illegal to taste this good and look just as magnificent.” His tongue darts inside me, and my back is arching off the bed, driving me closer to his face. My thighs relax around his head as pleasure courses more freely through me. “How is anyone supposed to think straight after having you like this?”

I’m nearly certain I haven’t had a coherent thought since meeting Luca, and right now is certainly not the moment things are about to start clearing up.

He nips along my lips and positions his thumb just right so it settles over my clit. He applies the perfect pressure before going to town, slurping and sucking on my sensitive flesh.

“Don’t stop, please!”

He continues his onslaught, moaning and grunting with every spasm and each squirm of my legs around his head. “Oh god, I’m so close.” I moan.

He tugs on my thighs, loosening them from his head, and rolls us awkwardly so I’m half seated on his chest and confused as fuck. “What the hell?” I ask, annoyed and frustrated.

“Come on,principessa.Sit on my face and take what we both want. I’ve been dreaming about this for months.”

Apprehension starts to bubble in my gut, but he shakes his head. “Absolutely not, Samara. I can already see the gears turning in your head.Sit on my goddamn face.”

Damn him and his all-knowing ways.

“I want all of you tonight. Give me what I want, just this once,” he begs.

And just like that, I’m climbing on top of him, settling myself over his mouth and coming undone for the third time tonight at the hands, or rather, mouth, of Luca De Laurentiis.

Chapter eighty-three

Samara

Luca saunters back into my room, bare-ass naked and carrying two glasses of water.

He hands me one, which I gulp down before collapsing back into the bed. I feel boneless.

“Not a chance, princess. The night isn’t over yet.”

Why is he acting as if the moment this night is over, I’m going to turn into a pumpkin?

He finishes his water, taking my glass and setting both on the nightstand before grabbing his wallet out of his pants.

My heart rate starts to speed up when I see the condom between his fingers as he crawls up the bed and between my legs. He hasn’t put the condom on yet, but he sets it beside my head.

His hand trails down my abdomen and dips between our bodies. He cups me, sliding his middle finger into me at the same time. My mouth pops open on a sigh. I’m sore, but I want this.I want him.

He dips his head, flicking his tongue over each of my nipples, which leaves me reeling. I’m aching with the repressed need I’ve felt since meeting him. Our vacation only heightened all of those feelings and so much more.

Luca presses the flat of his tongue against the top of my breast and licks a long, slow trail up the length of my neck. My fingers wind into his hair. My breaths quicken, and my body heats as tingles flutter through me.

He nips the base of my neck next and sucks on my collarbone, lavishing my skin.

“Samara,” he breathes out. “Do Ifinallyget to fuck this sweet cunt?” he asks, rubbing his palm against my clit.

“Only if you stop saying ‘cunt.’ I don’t know how many Black women you’ve been with, but the ones I know don’t use cunt or cock. It’s just—” I wrinkle my nose. “Harsh.”

He makes a face of recognition and gives me a small nod. His lips curve into a smirk that tells me exactly what kind of night I’m about to have.

“Anything you want,principessa,”he whispers, his hot breath over my nipple has goosebumps erupting on my chest. “Let’s try that again, then. Shall we?” He sucks a path to my jaw, his stubble scraping the sensitive skin. “Do I finally get to fuck this beautifulpussy?”

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