The MC President's Forsaken Wife (Zara and Knox) novel Chapter 194

Chapter 103-2

Clarm

The gravity of his words settles deep into my soul. For so long, I felt like a ghost walking through my own

life.

I’ve been protected by my father’s name, hidden behind walls, watched over by men in leather cuts, yet completely alone in my own head. Knox kjed to turn me into collateral. He tried to reduce my life to a line on a manifest, a bargaining chip in a violent game of power.

But with Locke, I am not collateral. I am not an outsider looking through the glass. I am seen, held, and cherished for exactly who I am. Loved for it, even.

He leans down, taking my mouth again, but this time the kiss shifts. The sweet, gentle reverent touch begins to build, catching a spark of that low, burning heat that never truly leaves the space between us, not

ever.

“Locke…” I gasp out against his lips, my hands sliding down to wrap around his biceps, feeling the hard, flexed muscle beneath his skin. “I…”

“Eyes on me, baby,” he commands softly. “Up here now.”

I open my eyes.

He reaches down between us, guiding his broad cum-smeared tip back to my dripping cunt entrance. He pauses there, resting right against me, his chest heaving as he waits for my signal.

“Show me again,” I whisper, my legs wrapping tightly around his waist, pulling him in. “Show me how much you love me.”

With one slow, agonizingly slick slide, without even a word, he pushes all the way back inside me.

I throw my head back with a sharp, breathless gasp, my hands gripping his shoulders as the feeling of him filling me completely takes over every nerve in my body. Every fraction of an inch as he buries himself flush into and against my cunt, feels like an anchor dropping deep into my soul, tying my life to his forever.

He begins to move, setting a steady, deliberate rhythm that makes the heavy table groan faintly under our weight again. He doesn’t drive into me with force this time; he moves with a deep, liquid friction, drawing out every single second, feeling every rise and fall of my breath against his chest.

“You’re fucking mine, Zara,” he groans into my ear, his lips biting gently at the sensitive curve where my neck meets my shoulder. “Every breath. Every heart beat. You belong to me.”

“I’m yours,” I say in a broken voice, my hips rolling up to meet every deep, heavy stroke of his body. “Only yours, Locke. Always. I promise.”

He slides one hand down between our bodies, his strong fingers finding my aching clit again. His thumb begins to rub in tight, deliberate circles right where our bodies meet, doubling the blinding surge of heat rushing straight to my core.

My vision blurs with tears of pure, overwhelming sensation. The storm outside lashes against the glass, the city lights below glow softly in the dark, but my entire universe has shrunk down to this table, this room, and the man holding me like I’m the only precious thing left in a broken world.

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The friction builds, tighter and tighter, coil by cott in the pit of my stomach. My breathing comes in short, Tagged gasps as I cling to his shoulders, my nails leaving gouges in his warm skin, my body arching into his touch, my p***y vibrating, chasing the blinding light threatening to break over me.

“Look at me, baby, Locke rumbles, his voice thick and strained as he feels me tightening around him. “Look at me when you let go, when you cum.”

I force my eyes open, locking my gaze onto his bright, fiery eyes.

“I love you, Locke,” I choke out into the quiet room as the climax tears through me. “Completely.”

The explosion of pleasure is complete and total. My inner muscles contract around his thick c**k in deep, violent spasms, sending waves of intense, warm electricity cascading down my thighs and up through my spine.

Seeing me break completely shatters his control. Locke lets out arlow, guttural growl, driving his c**k deep into me one last time. He holds me tightly, his massive body shaking as his own release hits him, spilling his hot cum deep inside me while his heart hammers like a wild drum against my chest.

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