The Billionaire's Intern (Maya Thompson) novel Chapter 190

Chapter 92: Between Desire and Restraint-1

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Her pulse drummed in her ears, each beat matching the slow, deliberate brush of his lips along her skin. The air between them was thick with unspoken promises, the kind that made her knees weaken and her thoughts scatter,

Her chest rose in a shallow, unsteady draw of breath, a warm flush spreading across her cheeks as his lips trailed fiery kisses down her neck. She leaned into him, hands resting lightly on his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath her palms.

“Damien…” she whispered, her voice trembling between desire and caution.

He lifted his head just enough to catch her gaze, eyes smoldering with an intensity that both scared and thrilled her. “How about that unfinished business?” he murmured, low and husky, thick with promise and need.

“It’s… early,” she stammered, cheeks burning. “I… I haven’t even showered.”

His lips curved into a slow, wicked grin. “Good,” he drawled. “I like you before the world gets to touch you.”

His hand warmed her skin, traveling slowly upward beneath the soft silk of her top. Fingers traced a deliberate path, sending shivers down her spine as they neared the curve of her ribs. His touch was a promise-a challenge, an invitation-that made her pulse quicken and breath

hitch.

His kisses moved down her neck to the hollow above her chest, warm and demanding. With the tip of his tongue, he teased the first button loose, pressing soft kisses before undoing the second. Slowly, he freed the buttons until her silk top gaped open, exposing half of her bare, flushed breast beneath his hungry gaze.

He leaned back slightly, eyes roaming over her with unhurried appreciation.

Heat flared in her cheeks, and she instinctively crossed an arm over her chest.

His smile deepened as he reached out, gently coaxing her hands away.

“Don’t hide from me, love…” His voice was barely more than a whisper, tender and full of longing.

Maya’s cheeks flushed as she glanced away, fingers nervously fidgeting. Damien gently reached out, tilting her chin with his fingers to face him. His touch was soft but firm, silently commanding her gaze to meet his-an unspoken invitation she couldn’t resist.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice low and full of awe.

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