The Billionaire's Intern (Maya Thompson) novel Chapter 426

Chapter 188: Reclaimed-3

Now, there was nothing left between them but friction and fire.

Damien pulled back just an inch, his forehead pressed against hers, his breath coming in ragged, scorched hitches. His eyes were no longer dark; they were black, reflecting a hunger that threatened to unmake them both. He cupped the underside of her hips, lifting her just enough to align her with the heavy, pulsing heat of him.

Then, with a single, slow, and devastatingly deep thrust, he entered her.

Maya’s head fell back against the wall, her eyes snapping shut as a sharp, fractured gasp tore from her throat. The sensation was visceral-a tidal wave of fullness and heat that made her entire body shudder. It was too much and yet not nearly enough. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, her nails

marking the hard planes of his back as she arched into him, her breath hitching in a rhythmic,

broken sob.

“Damien…” she choked out, her voice a fragile thread of sound as she clung to his shoulders, her world narrowing down to the friction of his skin against hers.

He didn’t wait. He began to pump-in and out-with a punishing, rhythmic intensity that was somehow still careful, his body shielding hers even as he dismantled her composure. Every thrust was deep and deliberate, a physical conversation that needed no words.

A few moments later, he felt it-the sudden, frantic tightening of her walls as she hit the precipice. Maya’s head fell back against the wall, a broken, high-pitched moan escaping her as her climax began to ripple through her.

Damien didn’t pull back. Instead, he thrust deeper, riding the wave of her arousal, his voice dropping into a dark, gravelly command against her ear.

“Mmm… that’s it, love… come on my c**k. Yeah… feel me… all of it,” he rasped, his own breath hitching as her pleasure triggered his own.

He held her there, her back pinned against the wall, until the initial high settled into a heavy, pulsing heat. Without pulling away, he braced himself and lifted her, carrying her the short distance to the bed. He laid her back against the pillows, her hair fanning out like a dark halo.

He withdrew for only a second-just long enough to position himself over her, his eyes raking over her flushed, beautiful form.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he growled, the words raw and unpolished.

Then, he entered her again. The second he was back inside her, the pace shifted. He thrust in and

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out with a renewed, desperate passion, his hands pinning her wrists to the mattress as they lost themselves entirely in the rhythm.

The sounds echoing in the room were raw and primal-the rhythmic thud of the headboard, the

frantic hitch of their breathing-a testament to the storm that had finally broken between them. Skin collided in a relentless rhythm, breath breaking, tangling, claiming. The world beyond those

four walls ceased to matter.

What began as hunger turned into something fiercer-reclaiming what had almost been stolen. This wasn’t just desire. It was reconnection. It was taking back every inch a misunderstanding had nearly stripped away.

Every thrust was a vow.

Every gasp, a seal.

This wasn’t just passion.

It was reclamation.

Beyond that room, war was already breathing.

Volkov was watching.

Plans were shifting.

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