The Billionaire's Intern (Maya Thompson) novel Chapter 254

Morning light streamed in through the wide glass windows, spilling across the sheets in soft golden waves. Maya stirred, blinking against the brightness, and found herself wrapped in Damien’s arms. His chest rose and fell beneath her cheek, steady and unyielding, like a heartbeat she could anchor herself to.

For a moment, she didn’t move. She simply let herself exist in the cocoon of his warmth, the rhythm of his breathing grounding her. Safe. Wanted. Chosen.

Her fingers drifted over his bare skin, tracing the lines of muscle, the faint scars etched into him-marks of battles she’d never witnessed, reminders of a life lived in shadows. She thought of her own scars-those carved by hardship, by survival, by pain she had carried alone and hidden for so long… and yet, he had looked at them as though they were part of

what made her beautiful.

Damien stirred then, his voice low and husky from sleep. “You’re staring, love.”

She flushed, biting her lip. “Maybe I like what I see.”

His eyes cracked open, sharp even half-awake, though softened now in the quiet morning. A slow, sinful smile curved his lips. “Careful. If you keep looking at me like that, we’ll never get

out of bed.”

Her laugh bubbled out before she could stop it, light and free. “You’re insatiable.”

“And you,” he murmured, rolling so she was pinned beneath him, his weight pressing her into the mattress, “are mine.” His mouth brushed her jaw, her throat, trailing heat that made her toes curl. But just as quickly, he pulled back, his expression shifting-gentler, almost reverent. “Maya… thank you. For trusting me.”

Her chest tightened, emotion swelling. “You don’t have to thank me.”

“I do,” he said firmly, brushing his thumb across her bottom lip. “Because you could’ve run. You could’ve let fear win. But you didn’t.” His gaze held hers, unflinching. “And I swear to you, I’ll prove every day that you’re safe with me. That you belong here-beside me.”

Something hot pricked at her eyes, but she blinked it away, managing a shaky smile. “You already have.”

He kissed her then-slow, claiming, tender in a way that unraveled her more than any fierce passion ever could.

The world outside might have been ruthless, unforgiving, but here, in this moment, with him…

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