The Billionaire's Intern

The Velvet Sofa

The Billionaire's Intern

Chapter 6: The Velvet Sofa

The heavy silence of the executive bathroom was broken only by the sound of their ragged breathing and the soft, steady trickle of water from the rain shower. Ava’s body was entirely spent, her skin slick with sweat, her thighs trembling violently as Julian slowly, agonizingly disengaged from her tight, hypersensitive core.

A hot mixture of their passion trickled down the inside of her inner thigh, pooled on the polished black marble. She let out a weak, breathy sigh, leaning her head back against his broad, bare chest, completely drained of energy. Her core was throbbing—a deep, persistent, wonderfully full ache that radiated through her entire hips.

Julian smoothed a damp strand of hair away from her sticky forehead, his broad hand cupping her cheek with a possessive, heavy warmth. His breathing was still deep and uneven, his chest rising and falling against her shoulder blade.

"You're exhausted, Ava," he murmured, his raspy voice carrying a low, dangerous purr of satisfaction.

"I think... you tried to break me," she whispered, a faint, breathless smile touching her lips as she looked at his dark reflection in the backlit mirror.

"Never break," Julian corrected, his lips trailing down her neck, biting lightly at the sensitive skin where her shoulder met her collarbone. "Only mold. I am molding you to take everything I have to give."

He didn't give her time to process the words. Before her weak legs could touch the cold slate floor, Julian wrapped his arms around her waist once more, effortlessly scooping her up against his broad torso. Carrying her naked, gleaming body out of the marble bathroom, he brought her back into the dimly lit, rain-soaked expanse of his corner office.

The storm outside had reached its peak. Thunder rumbled faintly through the glass, shaking the pressurized room, casting long, dramatic shadows across the dark interior.

Julian carried her to the sweeping, midnight-black velvet sofa that lined the far wall opposite his desk. He laid her down gently against the plush, deep cushions, but before Ava could sink into the soft fabric, he dropped to his knees between her widely parted legs.

Ava’s eyes widened, her hands instinctively grabbing the velvet armrests. "Julian, wait—"

"Quiet, Ava," he rasped, his dark eyes looking up at her with an intensity that burned right through the darkness. "I haven't devoured you yet."

He placed his hands on her knees, spreading her thighs wide, exposing her completely swollen, dripping core to the cool office air. The sight of her—drenched in his seed, open, vulnerable, and shivering on his velvet sofa—sent a fresh wave of dark desire surging through his veins.

Julian leaned forward and buried his face directly into her slick, heated center.

"Oh! *Julian!*" Ava screamed, her back arching completely off the plush velvet cushions, her fingers digging violently into the fabric.

The sensation of his warm, broad tongue making contact with her swollen, hyper-stimulated c******s was absolute overload. Julian showed no mercy. He lapped up their slick fluids with long, heavy strokes, his tongue swirling around her tiny, throbbing nub with devastating accuracy. He slid two fingers deep inside her pulsing channel, stretching her open once again while his mouth devoured her from the outside.

Ava twisted and writhed on the sofa, her hands leaving the armrests to tangle into his short, dark hair, pulling his face tighter into her wetness. "Please... oh god... Julian, I can't take any more... it's too much..."

"You will take every drop," Julian growled against her skin, his thumb replacing his tongue to press down hard on her c******s while his fingers pumped inside her wet, hot depths at a frantic, punishing speed.

The friction was overwhelming. Ava’s brain went entirely blank, reduced to pure, unadulterated sensation. Before she could even gather her thoughts, a fourth wave of explosive, violent orgasm tore through her lower body. She screamed his name at the top of her lungs, her inner walls clamping down hard around his fingers, squeezing him in rhythm with her violent contractions.

Julian waited until the final tremor passed, then stood up, towering over her on the sofa. His heavy, rock-hard p***s was dark, fully erect, and leaking pre-c*m at the tip, completely unyielding despite the hours that had passed.

He grabbed her by the hips, pulling her to the edge of the velvet cushions, and lifted her legs over his broad shoulders.

"Julian..." she whimpered, her voice entirely raw.

"Look at how good you look under me," Julian rasped, stepping forward and driving his massive shaft deep into her tight, pulsing channel with one relentless, swift stroke.

*Thud.*

The heavy velvet sofa slid an inch against the obsidian floor under the force of his impact. Ava threw her head back into the cushions, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as he began a wild, unhinged, deep rhythm.

He pounded into her with everything he had left—every thrust deep, hard, and merciless. The sound of their bodies slapping together in the dark office was loud, wet, and filthy, echoing off the glass walls while the rain poured outside. Ava held onto his arms for dear life, completely swept up in the intoxicating, dark tide of his lust, meeting his brutal pace with desperate, breathless hitches of her hips.

"You are mine, Ava," Julian roared, his thrusts turning fast and furious, hammering her against the cushions until the world spun around them. "Mine!"

"Yes! Yes, Julian! I'm yours!" she screamed, shattered once again as her body convulsed around his massive length for the fifth time.

Her tightness drove Julian past his absolute limit. With a deep, guttural roar that echoed through the top floor of Thorne Tower, he slammed himself as deep as he could go, holding her tight against the velvet as he flooded her interior with another scorching, heavy wave of his release.

They lay tangled on the velvet sofa in the pitch-black office, completely soaked in sweat and passion, their heavy breathing slowly blending with the sound of the rain lashing against the windows.

END OF THE CHAPTER 6

TO BE CONTINUE.......