The Billionaire's Intern (Maya Thompson) novel Chapter 183

Chapter 89: Interrupted Desire-1

The world narrowed to the heat of their skin, the rapid beat of their hearts, and the simmering pull between them.

Damien’s lips traced from Maya’s jaw to the hollow of her neck, each touch a promise, each ki ss a vow. The night stretched before them, ripe with anticipation, every breath and movement drawing them deeper into a hunger neither could resist.

He kissed her softly at first, then deeper-hungrier-his hand gliding down her arm as his mouth traced her jaw to the delicate line of her throat.

His palm cupped her breast, squeezing gently as his fingers teased her soft curves. Then he found the edge of her neckline, tugging it lower to reveal white lace framing the delicate swell. His lips trailed down her chest, lingering-nuzzling, tasting, claiming her inch by inch.

It took all his control not to drag the lace down and bare her perfect swell. Even through the thin fabric, he saw her n****e pressing against it-taunting him, daring him. Every muscle ached to strip the barrier, to feast on the sight he craved. But he held back, savoring the slow burn, drawing out every soft moan she gave like a secret meant only for him.

His hand slipped from her breast, trailing down her side, tracing her waist before gliding over her thigh. He pushed her dress higher until his palm met the warm, bare skin just below her hip. Then upward. His fingers slid between her legs, grazing the thin fabric of her underwear with a featherlight touch that made her hips twitch.

He groaned again, guttural, finding her wet and ready.

A soft gasp slipped from Maya, body jolting at the touch. Her fingers dug into Damien’s shoulders, breath stalling as her heart pounded.

Heat unfurled low in her belly-molten and impossible to contain. For a moment, the world vanished. Only the rush of sensation. Only him.

He exhaled a low, primal sound vibrating deep against her throat.

“Fuck,” he growled against her ear, dark and rough. “You’re already so wet for me.”

His c**k, steel-hard, strained against his pants, pressing maddeningly into her molten center.

“Feel that?” he growled, voice low and lethal as he ground into her with punishing pressure. That’s what you do, love. No one makes me this hard-not even in my darkest, filthiest fantasies.”

His mouth grazed her throat, breath hot, voice ragged. “Want to hear a secret?”

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