The Billionaire's Intern (Maya Thompson) novel Chapter 232

Chapter 113: Flickers of Desire-1

Damien leaned back into the couch, his hands cupping her sides, holding her steady as she settled against him. Maya’s palms pressed to his shoulders, feeling the taut strength beneath. Her chest rose and fell against his, each breath sparking heat between them. Firelight flickered over their bodies, painting the hunger, the tension-the raw, unrelenting pull that had been burning since the moment their hands first touched.

Leaning forward, Damien captured her lips in a deliberate, hungry kiss-slow, claiming, a promise and a demand all at once. His mouth lingered, tasting her, deepening the pull until she melted against him. When he finally broke away, his breath was hot against her lips.” There… perfect,” he murmured, voice thick with need. His hands pressed her closer, guiding her against his hard length. “Feel me, love… feel how much I crave you. Every inch of me

wants you.”

Maya shifted, hips tilting with a timid instinct she couldn’t fight, pressing down against the rigid heat of him beneath her. Damien’s hands slid along her sides, firm and steady, guiding her movements, urging her closer. Every slow grind brought her flush against him, the delicious friction sparking along her nerves until she shivered with each pass.

“That’s it, love,” Damien rasped, his voice thick with hunger. “Feel me. Take your time… let your body move the way it wants. Yes… just like that.”

Her breaths quickened, lips parting on soft, helpless moans as her hips began to find their rhythm-tentative at first, then bolder, driven by the undeniable pull of pleasure. She rocked against him, grinding slow and deep, the pressure of his body feeding her need. Each movement dragged a guttural sound from Damien’s chest, his jaw tight, gaze burning with raw desire.

He pulled her closer, their bodies grinding together as if molded into one. His lips trailed hungrily from the side of her neck down to her chest, burying his face against her as their dry humping grew feverish and relentless-electric friction setting her body alight.

A ragged groan escaped him. “You drive me crazy… love,” he rasped, voice shredded with need, hands gripping her hips tighter to keep her flush against him. “You’re so soft… so perfect… every little movement, every moan… it’s all mine.”

She shivered, arching into him, the friction making her ache, her body practically humming with tension. Every tilt of her hips, every subtle grind, pushed them closer to the edge, heat building like a storm they couldn’t contain.

Damien’s lips brushed her ear, his voice dropping low and husky, each word thick with hunger. “Maya… I need you,” he breathed, a feather-light kiss grazing her earlobe. “I want to make love

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to you.”

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