The Billionaire's Intern (Maya Thompson) novel Chapter 423

Chapter 187: Forever Mine-2

“I want you,” he murmured, his hand rising to cradle her face, tilting it so she couldn’t look away.” Every inch. Every part of you. Just you… all of you.”

Maya’s breath hitched, eyes glistening as warmth unfurled low in her stomach. Her hands pressed against his chest, steadying herself against the solid warmth of him.

Her lips parted, her voice trembling under the weight of it all. “Then take me,” she whispered, trembling but certain. “I’m yours, Damien. All of me”

His mouth crashed back to hers-hungry now, claiming no hesitation left, only heat and

possession.

His hand slid beneath her shirt, lifting it inch by inch. He broke the kiss just long enough to pull it

over her head, letting it fall behind her.

For a moment, he just looked at her.

The black lace of her bra came into view, delicate against her flawless, porcelain-white skin. The

contrast made her seem almost ethereal, yet impossibly, achingly real. His gaze darkened, hunger

and admiration mingling as he traced the curve of her body with his eyes.

“Beautiful…” he whispered, his voice thick with desire.

Color bloomed across Maya’s cheeks under the weight of his gaze. For a second, she simply stood

there, breath unsteady, eyes lowered as if the intensity of him was almost too much.

Then, slowly-shy but certain-she lifted her hand to his chest.

Her fingers trembled slightly against the firm line of muscle beneath his shirt. He didn’t move.

Didn’t speak. He just watched her, dark eyes fixed on her face, on the delicate way her lashes fluttered as she gathered her courage.

One button.

Then another.

She worked them open carefully, one by one, her touch hesitant at first, then steadier as the fabric

parted beneath her fingers. Each inch of revealed skin seemed to draw the air tighter between

them.

His jaw tightened, a slow breath leaving him as she pushed the shirt open, exposing the hard planes of his chest. He let it slide from his shoulders, never breaking eye contact.

Maya finally looked up.

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Their gazes locked-hers warm and slightly flushed, his burning with restrained hunger.

Without a word, she pushed the shirt fully from him, letting it fall away.

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Now he stood before her bare from the waist up, the heat between them thick and undeniable.

He leaned down, capturing her lips again in a slow, heated kiss, letting his hand wander over the

newly revealed skin, memorizing the softness, the warmth, the tremble of her body beneath him. Every gasp, every shiver she let slip against him fueled the hunger coiling in his chest.

His hand drifted lower, tracing the soft, smooth skin between her breasts. A low, ragged moan

slipped from her lips, warm heat pooling deep within her. He shifted slightly, fingers finding the

clasp of her bra, and slowly, he unhooked it.

The black lace fell away, leaving her fully exposed, vulnerable, and achingly real beneath his gaze.

His eyes darkened, taking her in-the gentle curve of her breasts, the pale, flawless skin flushed

with desire, the taut, rose-colored n*****s already hardening under his attention.

Damien leaned lower, lips brushing along the sensitive column of her neck, trailing teasing kisses

across her warm, bare skin. Maya’s fingers threaded into his hair, clutching at him, her breath catching in shuddering gasps.

He cupped her breasts, thumb circling the taut, pink n*****s, lips and tongue brushing, licking, and

sucking in a slow, deliberate rhythm.

Shivers ran down her spine, soft moans slipping free as her body arched instinctively into his

touch. His other hand kneaded her opposite breast, memorizing the weight and softness, coaxing

trembles from her with every careful stroke.

Each gasp, each subtle arch of her hips fed the fire coiling between them, leaving her utterly lost in

him.

The heat between them thickened, almost suffocating in its intensity, but neither pulled back.

Every kiss, every brush of fingers, every whisper of contact was a silent, burning promise-an

ownership neither of them questioned, only surrendered to.

With careful pressure, he guided her down onto the bed, his body following, each movement slow and full of heat, consuming them both in a wave of desire.

As her back met the bed, his lips glided down her stomach, tracing the softness of her skin with teasing, torturous slowness. He left a trail of heat with every brush of his mouth, every whispered exhale against her sensitive flesh.

His fingers traced the hem of her pants, undoing the button and sliding down the zipper. Inch by inch, he pulled them down with deliberate slowness, dragging her closer to the edge of the bed,

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until she was left clad only in the delicate black lace beneath.

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