The Billionaire's Intern (Maya Thompson) novel Chapter 430

Chapter 190: Temporary Peace-1

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As he spoke, he moved with a slow, agonizingly deep pressure, sliding home until there was no space left between them.

“Mmnh… Damien…”

The name broke from her lips, a fragile thread of surrender as she arched against the sheets. She

wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, pulling him deeper as if she could claim him in return.

He answered with a kiss that swallowed the sound, steady and relentless, until the world narrowed

to heat and breath and the rhythm of them.

As he buried himself deep within her, she felt the raw, pulsing power of him-a rhythmic, relentless

reclamation that made the world outside the room vanish.

Her fingers clawed into the firm muscle of his shoulders, her nails leaving crescents of red against

his skin as she dragged him down, seeking the friction, the heat, and the very soul of him.

In this space, there was no shadow of the past and no fear of the future. Any remaining thoughts

of the outside world, of Volkov, or even of the morning to come, finally faded into the searing heat

of the moment.

Only this.

Only them.

Only him.

Finally, it was a little past midnight by the time the fire between them burned down to embers.

They lay tangled in damp sheets, breathing in sync, skin still warm.

But before sleep could claim her, Maya forced herself upright.

The moment she shifted, a strong arm circled her waist, pulling her back against him.

“Where are you going?” Damien’s voice was rough with sleep as he buried his face in the crook of her neck – warm, possessive – but alert beneath it.

“I’m showering,” she murmured. “Then I’m moving to Jaime’s room. I told you, I want to spend more time with him before his surgery.”

The mention of the surgery acted like a bucket of cold water, momentarily clearing the haze of lust in the room.

His grip didn’t loosen – but it changed.

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“Can I join you?” he asked, quieter now.

She slipped from his arms and sat up, wincing faintly at the pleasant ache in her limbs.

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Looking back over her shoulder, her hair a tangled cascade down her bare back, she laughed tiredly. “Are you not exhausted?”

Damien’s smirk returned, deepening into a grin that was both wicked and devastatingly handsome.

He sat up, the sheets pooling at his waist, looking entirely too refreshed for a man who had just spent hours “beating the air into submission.”

“Exhausted?” he repeated, the word sounding like a challenge. “You think a couple of rounds is enough to drain me?”

A renewed blush crept up her already flushed cheeks, a soft smile tugging at her lips before she

rolled her eyes and slid out of bed. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And you love it,” Damien said confidently, a knowing smirk settling on his face.

Maya glanced around for her clothes, but they were scattered somewhere beyond reach. Instead, her fingers found Damien’s abandoned white dress shirt on the floor.

She picked it up and slipped it on.

The fabric swallowed her whole.

It hung past her thighs like a dress, the crisp white cotton stark against the warm flush of her skin. She rose slowly to her feet, the shirt falling loosely over her curves.

The soft glow of the bedside lamp mixed with the silver spill of moonlight filtering through the balcony doors. The light caught the sheer outline of her figure beneath the thin fabric, tracing the

subtle silhouette of her body without revealing it.

Bare.

Hidden.

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