The MC President's Forsaken Wife (Zara and Knox) novel Chapter 238

Chapter 120-2

The world spins for a second before I find myself sitting upright, straddling his massive thighs. The shift in gravity makes my head swim. Locke lays flat against the dark sheets beneath me, looking like a dark god carved from bronze and ink, his broad chest rising and falling in heavy, labored heaves.

“Take control, baby,” he says, his hands skiding up to grip my hips, his strong fingers pressing firm into my skin. “Show me what you need, how you need it.”

My breath catches in my throat. I look down at him, at the hair plastered to his forehead, the fierce devotion burning in his wolf eyes, and the heavy length of his c**k resting against my center, slick and pulsing.

The sheer power in his frame is terrifying to most people, but sitting over him like this, feeling his hands steadying me, I feel entirely invincible.

I lift myself slightly, guiding him to my entrance, and slowly lower my hips.

The feeling of taking him in from this angle is staggering. He sinks into me inch by inch, deeper than before, hitting parts of me that make my spine arch and my throat lock up.

A long, shuddering gasp tears from my chest as I sit all the way down, taking every single bit of him until my thighs are pinned flat against his hips, my cunt fluttering around him.

Locke lets out a low, ragged groan, his eyes rolling back for a split second as his hands tighten on my waist, his knuckles turning white. “Fuck, Zara… God…”

I rest my palms flat against his broad chest, feeling the wild, rapid pounding of his heart beneath my hands. I roll my hips slowly, testing the sensation, feeling the heavy, thick friction of him stretching me open from the inside out.

Locke’s jaw tightens, his hips lifting slightly off the bed to meet my roll, a dark growl vibrating in his throat. “Yeah… just like that. Fuck.”

I tilt my head back, my hair spilling long and loose down my shoulders, and begin to move. I lift myself up and ride back down, establishing a slow, rolling rhythm that lets me feel every ridge, every vein, every bit of

his incredible size.

From this position, I control the depth, the angle, the speed. I lean forward, pressing my hands harder against his chest, driving myself down onto him with a heavy, deliberate rhythm that makes the bed frame creak beneath us.

The sensation is amazingly intense. Every time I sink down, the blunt tip of his c**k hits the exact, deep spot inside me that sends electric shocks straight up to my core. Locke’s hands move from my waist to my thighs, guiding my motion, helping me drive myself deeper onto him.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he gasps, his voice rough, dark, and thick with effort.

He reaches up, his large hand cupping the back of my neck, gently pulling me down until my face is inches from his. “Look at what you do to me, baby.”

I stare down into his gaze. His face is tight with pure, unadulterated exertion, his teeth bared slightly as he

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fights to hold onto his control. Seeing him like this completely helpless to the rhythm I’m setting, completely undone by my body.

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I speed up. I lift higher and drive down harder, my hips rolling against his in a rhythmic, frantic tempo. The sound of our slick skin meeting echoes in the quiet room, loud and primal.

Locke’s chest heaves under my palms, his tattooed muscles flexing, his hips pushing upward to meet every one of my drives with a heavy, forceful counter-thrust that rattles through my whole body.

“Locke… oh my fucking God, Locke…” I whimper. “I can’t stop it…”

“I’ve got you,” he says, his hand sliding down my back to press against the base of my spine, anchoring me down onto him as he thrusts upward with devastating power, “Drive it home, baby. Take everything.”

He reaches between us with his other hand, his thumb finding my swollen, hard clit. He applies a firm, rhythmic pressure, circling over me in perfect sync with the heavy upward thrusts of his hips.

The combination of sensations is too much to bear. The deep, unrelenting fullness inside me, the sharp friction of his thumb, and the intense, unwavering devotion in his eyes shatter my focus completely.

My vision goes hazy at the edges. My breath comes in short, ragged hitches, my chest heaving as the heat builds to a fever pitch.

“Locke,” I whisper, my head throwing back, my whole frame shaking as the second orgasm hits me like a freight train. “Locke…”

My p***y muscles snap tight around him, pulsing in violent, helpless spasms that clamp onto his length like a vise. Heat ripples out from my core, cascading down my thighs and up my spine in blinding, electric

waves.

A loud, breathless sob tears from my throat as I collapse forward, my head resting on his chest, my hands clutching his shoulders as my body continues to tremble against his.

Hearing me break, feeling my body clamp down around him so tight he can’t move, shatters Locke’s restraint completely.

He grips my waist with iron hands, his broad chest expanding under my cheek as he lets out a dark, guttural roar that vibrates straight through my body. He flips us one more time, pinning me flat onto my back against the tangled sheets without breaking the connection for a single second.

His hips press forward, hammering deep – one, two, three more times – each thrust brutal, precise, and breathtakingly deep, driving me straight back into the lingering waves of my release. On the final drive, he buries himself as far as he can go, his entire body locking rigid above me.

Every muscle in his broad back strains taut under his slick skin as his own climax rips through him. I feel the hot, heavy pulses of his release deep inside my cunt. He holds me crushed against his chest, his weight heavy, warm, and utterly grounding, riding out the storm together in the quiet dark.

Slowly, lingeringly, he shifts his weight off me, sliding onto his side without letting me go.

He pulls me flush against his chest, wrapping his massive arm around my waist, presses a soft, lingering kiss to the temple where my hair is damp with sweat, his breath warm against my skin.

“I love you,” he whispers into the dark, his voice rough and deep. “Always.”

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That’s the last thing I remember before falling into a blissful, dreamless sleep. One with no gunshots, no static, no screams. No blood.

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