The MC President's Forsaken Wife (Zara and Knox) novel Chapter 237

Chapter 120-1

Clari

Locke doesn’t hesitate another second. He guides himself to my entrance, resting the broad tip of his c**k against my swollen sickness.

He pauses for one agonizing second, looking down at me.

“You’re mine,” he says, a dark, possessive promise that vibratès straight through the mattress and into my bones. “Every part of you.”

“Yours,” I whisper back, my voice trembling with the sheer weight of what we are to each other. “All of me.”

Without another word, Locke drives forward in one long, unbroken stroke, burying himself to the hilt in a single, devastating thrust.

The gasp that leaves my lips is almost a sob, as my body opens and stretches around his size. The sensation is overwhelming: hotter, tighter, and deeper than before. Locke groans, a low, guttural sound of pure triumph, his forehead dropping against mine as he holds himself completely still inside me, letting the tight, pulsing heat of my cunt envelop him.

“Jesus Christ,” he rasps, his chest heaving against mine, the heat of his skin searing. “You’re so fucking amazing, baby.”

He begins to move, his rhythm establishing itself with a slow, heavy pulse. Each movement is deliberate, pulling back until the tip almost slips free before plunging back in, stretching my aching, greedy p***y to the absolute limit.

My hands grip his biceps, feeling the iron strength holding him over me. I arch my back, meeting every thrust, completely lost in the hot, sweet friction of his body against mine.

The room vanishes. The club vanishes. The looming shadow of Knox’s silent threat, and the weight of the MC all burn away in the heat of his skin.

There’s only the slide of his body, the dark rumble of his voice in my ear, and the unrelenting, beautiful pressure building low in my belly.

Locke’s jaw flexes, a dark flush spreading across his chest as he fights his own speed. He shifts his grip, sliding one hand down my body and under the small of my back to tilt my hips upward, changing the entry point just enough to hit a deep, sensitive nerve that makes my entire frame jump.

A sharp, breathless whimper escapes me, my legs instinctively wrapping tighter around his waist, pulling him closer, deeper.

“Locke… please…” I gasp, my fingernails digging into the muscle of his ass.

“I know,” he rumbles against my mouth, his lips brushing mine, tasting of salt and heat. “I feel it.”

He speeds up, his hips hammering into mine with a relentless, heavy force that rattles the headboard against the wall.

Every time he drives into me, a wave of liquid heat ripples through my cunt, leaking out down my quivering thighs. The coil in my stomach gets tighter and tighter, until I can barely draw air into my lungs.

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Locke looks down into my face with an intensity that burns right through me. He watches every

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micro-expression on my face, drinking in the way my eyes haze over with pure pleasure, the way my body bows upward to take every single inch of his c**k that he gives me.

“Look at me,” Locke groans, his voice strained with the effort of his control, his chest expanding against my breasts with every heavy breath. “Zara..”

I force my eyes open, looking up into his face. He’s staring down at me, his features tight with pleasure, a bead of sweat dripping from his temple onto my skin.

“I love you,” he rasps, driving deep, holding himself there for a fraction of a second before pulling back and driving in again. “I love you, baby. God, I love you.”

“Locke…” My voice breaks, the sharp friction pushing me right toward the edge, the need to cum winding up so tight it threatens to snap me in half. “I…”

He sees it happen in my eyes. He knows the exact moment I start to slip.

Instead of pushing me over right then, Locke abruptly pauses, his breath corning in ragged, harsh gasps. He pulls back out of me slowly, his eyes dark, heavy-lidded, and wild with an unyielding need.

Before I can even process the sudden absence of him, his broad hands clamp around my waist. In one smooth, powerful movement, he lifts me off the mattress and shifts his weight, rolling onto his back and bringing me with him.

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