The Billionaire's Intern (Maya Thompson) novel Chapter 250

ya moaned, arching, letting herself ride him fully, each movement pushing them both closer to the edge. Every gasp, every tremor, every press of her body against his fueled the fire between them.

“Damien… Ahh… Mmm..” she gasped, voice breaking with need, her body shivering, heart hammering.

“You’re doing so good, love… don’t stop…” he growled, hands gripping her hips tighter, pulling her flush against him, guiding every inch, every thrust, syncing with her entirely.

The tension coiled, thick and electric, every nerve alive with sensation. Their moans and whispers filled the room, mingling with the soft slap of skin against skin, their bodies moving as one, perfectly attuned.

And then, with a sharp, breathless cry, Damien’s control shattered. His hips jerked, pulse spiking, groans breaking free as he tumbled over the edge, utterly consumed by the wave of release, every motion and moan amplified by Maya’s movements.

Maya rode him through it, shivering, breath ragged, chest heaving as she clung to him, feeling him tremble beneath her. Her own climax hit soon after, a shuddering, fiery release that left her gasping, lips parted, cheeks flushed, pressed flush against his chest.

They collapsed together, bodies slick with sweat, hearts hammering in unison, breaths mingling. Damien remained buried inside her as she sank down onto his chest, still straddling him. His arms wrapped tightly around her, pulling her close, grounding them together, while his lips brushed over her hair. Maya rested against him, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath her, every inch of their connection electric and intimate.

Maya pressed her forehead against his chest, still catching her breath. “Th-that… that’s wild,” she murmured, cheeks flushed, her voice barely above a whisper.

Damien’s hands tightened around her, pulling her impossibly closer. A low, guttural growl rolled from his chest. “And so… fucking amazing,” he rasped, his voice thick with need. “You have no idea how good you make me feel, love. Every part of you… every touch… it drives me insane.”

After a long, shaky moment of shared warmth, Maya’s voice rumbled softly against his chest. “We… we should wash up, love,” she murmured, breath still heavy, desire still coiling between them. “Can’t stay… all sticky like this.”

Damien let out a low, amused chuckle, his lips brushing the top of her head. “You’re right,” he murmured, voice thick with heat. “But damn… I could stay like this forever.”

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