The Billionaire's Intern (Maya Thompson) novel Chapter 236

Chapter 144 When Fire Consumes-3

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Chapter 114: When Fire Consumes-3

She whimpered softly.

Damien froze.

“You okay?” His voice was strained, veins standing out along his arms as he held back, careful and deliberate.

She nodded, a soft breath escaping, cheeks flushed, a tear sliding down the side of her face.

Damien pressed a gentle kiss to her temple. “Relax, love,” he murmured. “You’re so tight… I need to go slow.”

Maya’s soft, breathy hum was all the consent he needed.

He sank deeper, inch by careful inch, feeling her body resist, then slowly yield. Every tiny sound-every gasp, every tremor of her breath-twisted him with need and reverence all at

once.

“Fuck, Maya…” he growled, voice thick with hunger. “You’re so tight.” He bit back a groan as he pressed further, feeling her open around him.

Then he felt it-the slight barrier of resistance. Her virginity. The last piece of her innocence he hadn’t touched.

He cupped her cheek, forehead resting against hers.

“I can feel it, love… your virginity,” he murmured, voice low and reverent. His eyes darkened.” One more push, and you’ll be mine completely. Are you ready?”

Maya nodded, lips parted, breath quickening. Every inch of her trembled. “I’m yours… all yours, Damien.”

With a slow, deliberate thrust, he broke through. A shiver ran through both of them at the exquisite, overwhelming sensation.

She gasped, back arching, fingernails digging into his shoulders, and he stilled, buried inside her to the hilt.

“Breathe, love. Just breathe. I’ve got you.”

He reached between them, circling her clit as he drove in, and she shattered again-high, helpless moans spilling from her lips, her body trembling around him.

“Fuck… ahh, Maya-” he growled, thrusting deep, spilling himself inside her with a low groan pressed against her neck, as her body clenched and shuddered around him.

They collapsed tangled, breathless. Her face pressed to his chest, fingers clinging to him, and he held her possessively, tenderly, feeling every pulse, every sigh, every soft tremor as they came down from the storm they’d created together.

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