The MC President's Forsaken Wife (Zara and Knox) novel Chapter 236

Chapter 119-2

Clam

Locke feels the tight, pulsing contractions of my body around him, and it completely breaks his restraint.

He lets out a low, primal roar against my neck, his hips driving deep one last time, burying himself to the hilt as his own climax hits him. His entire body locks tight, every muscle in his back strain-hardened as he pours his cum into me, his pulse hammering against my chest as he holds me flush against him, riding out the violent, sweet waves of his release.

For a long time, neither of us moves.

The only sound in the quiet bedroom is the heavy, ragged sound of our breathing and the steady rain tapping against the windowpane. Locke stays deep inside me, his heavy head resting on my shoulder, his broad arms wrapped around my back, holding me so tightly it feels like he’s trying to merge our very bones together.

Slowly, gradually, the violent trembling in our muscles settle into a soft, steady hum.

He shifts his weight slightly so he isn’t crushing me, sliding his slick c**k out of me with a soft, quiet friction, but he doesn’t go far.

He rolls onto his side, pulling me right along with him, wrapping his large arm over my waist and tucking my back firmly against his chest. I pull the heavy duvet up over both of us, sealing us inside a cocoon of heat, skin, and quiet safety.

He reaches down under the covers, finding my hand and lacing his fingers through mine, his large palm resting over my stomach, avoiding the scars there. I trace his knuckles with my thumb, feeling the faint tremor still lingering in his hand.

“You okay?” I whisper into the quiet room. “You here?”

“Better than okay,” Locke says, his breath warm against the nape of my neck. He presses his lips to the back of my shoulder, a lingering, tender touch. “First time my goddamn head’s been quiet all day.”

I press back into him, letting his heavy weight anchor me into the mattress.

He lifts his head, his blond hair messy, his skin slick with sweat, looking down at me with an expression so open, so gentle, and so completely full of love that it makes my chest ache with a sweet, profound relief.

He leans down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss against my forehead, then my cheek, and finally against my lips.

“I’m right here,” he whispers against my mouth, his fingers gently pushing a lock of damp hair away from my face. “I’m not going anywhere, baby.”

I smile, my hands resting over the broad expanse of his back, feeling the steady, rhythmic rise and fall of his chest.

“I know,” I say softly, closing my eyes as I pull him down against me, letting the warmth of his body and the quiet rhythm of his heart carry us both into the safety of the dark. “Me neither… you’re stuck with me.”

My mind is completely quiet. The frantic noise of the day has been burned away, replaced by the deep, heavy thrum of exhaustion and satisfaction.

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Chapter 119

Hroll slowly onto my back, the sheet dragging over my skin. Locke shifts with me instantly, propping Timself up on one massive forearm, his eyes trailing down my body in the dim light. His chest is still flushed, his ink dark against his skin, his thick shoulders broad and dark against the pale pillows.

He doesn’t say anything, but the look in his eyes is devastatingly intense.

Charms

He reaches out, his thick, calloused fingers starting at the hollow of my throat. He traces a slow, excruciating line down the middle of my chest, over the curves of my breasts, past my belly button, down to the flare of my hip.

“Locke,” I whisper, my voice thick and soft in the quiet room.

“I’m just looking at you,” he rumbles, his voice lower than before. “Every time I think I know you, you do something like last night. You stand up to me. You hold your ground. You look at me like you see right through the leather, right through the patch, right to the middle of me.”

“I do see you,” I say. “I see all of you.”

A faint, wicked heat flares in his eyes. “Is that right?”

He shifts his weight, moving over me again, but this time he doesn’t rush. He settles his heavy frame down between my legs again, his hips heavy and warm against mine, but he keeps his chest slightly lifted, staring down into my face.

Locke reaches down, taking my wrist, and slowly guides my hand down between our bodies, pressing my palm against the hard, rising length of him resting against my inner thigh.

My breath hitches sharply in my throat. He’s already thick, heavy, and hot against my hand, his skin slick with the lingering moisture of our first time.

“Look at what you do to me,” Locke rasps, his c**k nudging against my palm, a low, dark sound escaping his throat as my fingers close around him. “You think one time is enough? You think I can touch you like that and just go to sleep?”

“I don’t want you to sleep,” I say, my thumb gliding over the swollen head of his shaft, catching a bead of clear, hot cum. “I want you to do something else.”

Locke’s jaw clenches so hard a muscle jumps in his cheek. He lets out a sharp, ragged breath, his eyes darkening until they’re almost slate. “You’re going to be the death of me, Zara.”

He bends his head, his mouth capturing mine in a kiss that is completely different from before. Where the first time was a slow, reverent reunion, this is pure, consuming heat.

He deepens the kiss instantly, his tongue sliding deep into my mouth, tasting me, commanding me, while his heavy hips roll forward, pressing his rock-hard c**k directly against my wet core.

I let out a soft, broken groan into his mouth, my hands flying to his broad shoulders, my nails digging into the tough muscle of his back.

He breaks the kiss, tracing a line of hot, biting kisses down my chin, over my throat, to the top of my breasts. His hand glides down my side, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh of my waist, lifting my hips to meet him.

“Tell me what you want,” he commands softly against my skin, his breath hot and demanding. “Say it,

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baby.”

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“You, I breathe, my knees falling open wider, wrapping around his thick thighs, pulling him close until there isn’t a sliver of air left between us. “I want you inside rne again. Right now.”

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