The Billionaire's Intern (Maya Thompson) novel Chapter 233

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Chapter 113: Flickers of Desire-2

His lips returned to hers, slower this time, deliberate-tasting, exploring, claiming every gasp she gave him. Fingers tangled in her hair, cradling her close. The fire crackled, the night stretched silent beyond the windows, but all of it fell away. There was only them, this hunger, this storm that refused to be contained.

He broke the kiss just long enough to look at her, eyes dark, burning with heat. “Let’s go to the bedroom,” he rasped, voice rough with restraint. Maya’s breath hitched, body shivering in his hold, and she nodded, unable to form words.

Without breaking the kiss, Damien lifted her effortlessly into his arms. Legs locked around his waist, hands clutching at his back, nails grazing hard muscle. Every step carried her deeper into surrender-the press of her body, the warmth of her skin, the addictive scent of her filling his senses until nothing else existed.

At last, he reached the bedroom. With a gentle kick, the door clicked shut behind them, sealing them into their own world. He paused, holding her tight against him, lips brushing hers again in a heated promise as the fire between them coiled higher, ready to ignite.

Once inside, Damien lowered her gently onto the floor, movements slow, deliberate, savoring every second. Eyes locked, breaths uneven, the silence thick with anticipation. For a moment, neither moved-just drinking each other in, the air charged with memory of her release and the raw friction on the couch.

The bedroom glowed with soft, golden warmth from the bedside lamp, while silvery moonlight poured in, spilling across the sheets and walls. The blend of light painted everything in shades of intimacy-half shadow, half shimmer-like the world outside had disappeared, leaving only this space, only them.

With one smooth motion, Damien tugged his shirt over his head, baring hard planes of his chest. The glow caught the sharp lines of his muscles, moonlight tracing his skin in silver. Maya’s breath caught, cheeks flushed, body still buzzing from her climax… yet seeing him like this, her hunger burned brighter.

Damien’s gaze softened but darkened with intent. His hands rose to her shoulders, fingers brushing the straps of her dress, teasing the ribbon. “Let’s get this out of the way,” he murmured, voice low, intimate, vibrating with restraint and hunger. Slowly, he tugged, loosening the bow until the fabric surrendered, sliding down her shoulders in a silken fall. He guided it lower until it pooled at her feet, leaving her standing in nothing but a strapless black lace bra and matching panties-delicate, sinful, devastating.

His breath hitched at the sight, eyes roaming her curves, reverence and desire mingling. “Bea

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utiful…” he whispered, almost to himself, loud enough for her to feel it sink deep.

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Maya’s cheeks flushed deep, rosy, arms instinctively wrapping around herself as the cool breeze kissed her bare skin. A soft, nervous gasp slipped past her lips, heart racing as she met his gaze-vulnerability and desire warring in her eyes.

Damien’s eyes softened as he stepped closer, hands enclosing hers, guiding them down to her sides. “Don’t hide from me,” he murmured, low and tender, yet edged with undeniable command that made her shiver.

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