The Billionaire's Intern (Maya Thompson) novel Chapter 191

Chapter 92: Between Desire and Restraint-2

“Be honest, love. Don’t be shy with me.”

She swallowed hard, voice trembling just a bit. “It… it does. It feels… nice. Different.”

His fingers traced gentle circles, coaxing her further as his voice dipped lower, thick with

promise.

“Hmm… shall we continue?”

Maya nodded shyly-and that was all Damien needed.

Damien’s gaze lingered on her face-the flush of arousal, parted lips, trembling breath. Then he leaned lower, mouth closing over her n****e, sucking gently-deepening the sensation, sending a shiver straight through her.

Maya gasped sharply, eyes closed, savoring the sensation as the warm, intense suction ignited a wildfire through her body. Her moans grew louder, trembling beneath his touch as she discovered a secret pleasure for the very first time. Her fingers curled tightly into Damien’s shoulder, heart pounding wildly, every nerve flaring alive-overwhelmed, yet craving

more.

Damien’s hunger deepened, fueled by her trembling body. He tightened his grip, tongue tracing slow, deliberate circles as desire pulsed urgent and fierce.

Every soft moan, every shiver jolted him-he ached to claim her completely, to show her how deeply she stirred something primal within. While his lips and tongue lavished her n*****s, he glanced up, drinking in the pleasure etched across her face-dark, blazing, utterly his. Leaning closer, he sucked harder, devouring every reaction she gave, savoring the way she melted beneath him.

Maya inhaled sharply, unraveling the last threads of her restraint. Her fingers curled tightly into the fabric of his shirt, clutching as an electric shiver coursed through her.

“Ahhh… Damien… mmm…”

His mouth moved with purpose-teasing, worshipping, igniting every nerve ending he could reach. The world shrank until nothing existed but the heat between their bodies, the pulse of racing hearts.

His hands roamed lower, tracing her waist before his fingers brushed along the waistband of her silken bottoms, teasingly exploring the warmth beneath. Then they slid around to rest on her hips, gently cupping her ass with a possessive, yet tender squeeze.

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“Don’t hold back… tell me what you need,” he whispered, voice thick with hunger and something softer-an urgent plea only she could answer.

Before Maya could answer, a sharp alarm sliced through the moment, shattering the heat. Startled, she blinked and scrambled to silence her phone, the sudden intrusion yanking her back to reality.

Damien groaned, running a hand through his hair. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

He closed the gap between them, wrapping his arms around her and pressing kisses to the side of her neck. “Where were we?”

Maya hesitated. “I… I need to get ready. Call time’s at 8 a.m.”

“I’ll cancel the shoot,” he murmured against her skin.

“No… you’re not doing that,” she said firmly, though her cheeks warmed.

Damien’s voice dropped, laced with mock frustration. “How many times can I get c**k-blocked in one place?”

Maya shyly chuckled, tugging her top tighter to cover her bare chest. “Maybe… it’s the universe saying you need to wait a little longer.”

“Fuck the universe,” he muttered, low and frustrated, pressing closer anyway.

Maya turned to face him, eyes meeting his. “I’m… sorry.”

She hugged him tightly at the waist, resting her head against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. “I need to take a shower. Harper’s probably going to knock any minute. Do you… want to wait here, or should I just see you downstairs?”

Every subtle twitch, every hardening under his fingers sent a shiver of raw desire through him, making them impossible to resist.

The memory of her breathless moans, her skin shivering beneath his touch, pulsed vividly.

If tasting that tender heat was intoxicating, he couldn’t wait to explore deeper-the forbidden places where her juices waited, warm and rich, promising even more primal surrender.

The hunger coiled tighter inside him-a desperate craving to taste every inch of her, to lose himself in her essence.

He tried to divert his attention, letting his eyes roam the small, tidy room-everything perfectly in place. Not a trace of disorder. Even her bed looked pristine, except for a faint crease on the right side where the sheets had been disturbed.

That told him she was a calm sleeper-and that she favored the right side. Perfect. He committed the detail to memory.

His gaze drifted to the bedside table, landing on a familiar journal-the one he had gifted her when she went home from the hospital. Seeing her use it tugged at something deep in his heart. Each page likely held fragments of her thoughts, dreams, and fears. Curiosity flickered -he wondered if she had written about him, about them, about the moments they shared. But respect held him back.

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It was her private world, a place he wasn’t meant to enter without her permission. Some secrets were hers alone, and that made her feel even more real-more delicate, more precious to him.

He leaned back, letting the quiet settle around him, the journal is a silent reminder of the depths of her mind he had yet to touch.

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