The Billionaire's Intern (Maya Thompson) novel Chapter 231

Chapter 112. His Touch, Her Surender-2

Chapter 112: His Touch, Her Surrender-2

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A low, hungry groan rumbled from his chest. He leaned closer to her ear, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine. “Mmm… your p***y is so soft… so tender,” he murmured, voice thick with lust. “You’re dripping for me, aching under my fingers… so unbelievably wet for me, love.” His fingers traced her, teasing every shiver, every gasp, every subtle tremble she couldn’t hide, coaxing each desperate sound of her need.

Maya’s moan slipped from her lips, low and ragged, a trembling mix of need and surrender-” Damien…ahh…nnngh…”-each sound carrying the heat of her body’s reaction to him, soft shivers running along her spine.

Her breath hitched violently, lips parting in a sharp, trembling gasp as his fingers slid expertly between her folds, teasing, exploring, claiming. Every movement was precise, deliberate- each stroke tracing the sensitive bud at her core, sending waves of molten heat rippling through her body.

Maya jerked violently under his touch, a low, guttural moan ripping from her throat. She bit her lip, body shivering and arching toward him, quivering as though her skin itself was alight with fire, each nerve screaming with need.

Damien’s lips hovered over the swell of her breast, tracing soft, scorching kisses while his fingers continued their slow, rhythmic torture below. He felt her quiver, felt her body yielding, surrendering inch by inch to his control, and it drove the fire in his chest higher, hotter, unbearable. Every gasp, every shiver, every subtle movement of her betraying desire fanned the flames of his hunger.

His fingers moved with deliberate, sinful precision, gliding up and down her slick folds, coaxing out every drop of her mounting desire. A bead of her arousal glistened along his skin, and he traced teasing circles around her entrance, feeling her tremble at every stroke.

“God… Damien…” she gasped, voice trembling, a low moan escaping as her body arched toward him, seeking more.

He slid one finger inside, slow, careful, testing her warmth, her tightness. Not even an inch in, and she clutched him instantly, her walls gripping with an unyielding, desperate tightness. Her body shivered, heat pooling low, every curve trembling, every muscle instinctively clinging to him. She was impossibly warm, impossibly tight-pure, untouched, and utterly his in that

moment.

Maya’s eyes fluttered shut, her head falling back against the couch cushion. A soft, helpless moan escaped her lips as she clutched at his shoulders, nails pressing lightly into his shirt. ” D-Damien…” Her voice cracked on his name, half-whimper, half-plea.

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hapter 112. His Touch Her Surender 2

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“Easy, love… just breathe… relax,” Damien murmured, his voice dropping into a low, dark growl that seemed to hum against her ear. His thumb traced slow, teasing circles over her thigh, coaxing her to let go, to trust him. “So tight… God, you’re gripping my finger like you were made for me-and I’m barely even inside you.”

His lips found the curve of her throat, teeth grazing lightly before soothing the mark with his tongue. He moved his finger in and out, slow, deliberate, letting her adjust. “That’s it… feel me inside you. Let your body open for me.”

Her hips shifted instinctively, chasing the rhythm, and she gasped again when his thumb found her clit, circling gently while his finger moved deeper. A shudder ran through her, her breathing sharp and erratic.

“Every sound you make… belongs to me,” he rasped. His lips and tongue traced fire along her collarbone. “You love how I’m touching you, don’t you? You love it when I make you feel like

this…”

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