The Billionaire's Intern (Maya Thompson) novel Chapter 304

Chapter 143: A Dangerous Arrangement-1

Claim

The tension between them explodes in the cave, where defiance and desire collide. Every touch, every gasp, every stolen moment pulls them deeper into a storm of unrestrained passion. Harper and Ashcroft are no longer just testing each other-they’re consumed by the fire they’ve ignited.

With a swift, fluid motion, he pushed the damp fabric aside, letting the heat of her body meet him fully. His c**k pressed against her slick entrance before he slid inside, eliciting a sharp, involuntary gasp from Harper that echoed off the cave walls.

“Ahhh…nghh…” she moaned, breathless, her body trembling against his.

Ashcroft’s low, husky voice brushed her ear, thick with possession and hunger. “Fuck… you feel so

good.”

Their bodies moved together in a single, primal rhythm, each thrust deep and claiming, every moan and shiver a testament to the fire between them, the cave alive with their shared, unrestrained

heat.

Harper’s nails dug lightly into his shoulders, matching the rhythm of his hips as she gasped against his neck, breath ragged and uneven. “Ah… Nick…” she moaned, the sound trembling with both need

and defiance.

Ashcroft’s grip tightened around her waist, tilting her just enough to press her fully against him, every movement scorching, claiming. “God, Harper… you’re so… fucking perfect like this,” he growled, his teeth grazing the shell of her ear, sending a shiver down her spine.

Her body arched instinctively, pressing harder into him, every curve and movement amplifying the friction between them. “Harder…” she gasped, lips brushing his jaw, teasing, daring him to lose

control.

Ashcroft’s eyes darkened, and he obliged, thrusting deeper, harder, matching her need with his own. “Like this…?” he growled, low and rough, each movement sending her pulse skyrocketing.

“Ah… yes… oh God, yes!” Harper moaned, her back arching, nails raking down his shoulders. “Mmm

ahhh… nggg… ahh…!”

He groaned in response, the sound rough and possessive, as he pressed into her with unrelenting force. “Mmm… god, you feel so… perfect…”

Ashcroft’s hands roamed with calculated hunger, one sliding between them to cup her heat, fingers finding her sore, swollen bud. They moved faster now, each stroke driving her higher, feeling her walls clench instinctively around him. Harper’s hips pressed insistently into him, each movement a silent plea for more. Her moans grew desperate, loud and ragged, echoing off the

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