The MC President's Forsaken Wife (Zara and Knox) novel Chapter 241

Chapter 122-1

Locke doesn’t break the moment between us. Instead, he reaches around my waist, turning me gently until I’m facing the white tile wall.

I plant my palms flat against the smooth surface, tilting my head forward and resting my forehead against the tile, flexed and open for him. The contrast of the cool wall beneath my hands and the scalding water rushing over my back makes my pulse hammer all over again.

Locke steps up flush behind me. His massive frame presses firmly against my back, his broad chest crushing against my spine, enveloping me completely in his heat. He reaches around my waist with one heavy arm, pinning my hips securely against his, while his other hand glides down between us.

I reach back reflexively, my hand finding the heavy, pulsing length of him resting against my hip. I give his c**k a slow, deliberate stroke, feeling how much harder and thicker he’s grown against my palm, before guiding the broad head directly to my wet, slick p***y.

I trace the swollen ridge, letting him feel how completely undone I already am from his mouth, letting the friction build between us until the air feels too heavy to breathe.

Locke lets out a low, ragged exhale against the nape of my neck, his breath hot against my wet skin.” Zara… do it. Please…”

I push my hips back against his, and with one heavy, deliberate surge, he rams all the way inside me.

The sensation is devastating. I take him in all the way to the hilt until his front is locked tight against my ass. A cry tears from my throat, my fingers digging into the grout between the tiles as the sheer heat of him fills every inch of my core.

Every inch of skin touching skin feels magnified: the firm press of his thighs against mine, the heavy thud of his heart reverberating straight through my shoulder blades, and the unrelenting fullness stretching me

open.

Locke lets out a low, primal groan that echoes off the glass. His hand on my hip squeezes tight, holding me against him as he holds completely still for a second, letting both of us absorb the absolute weight of the connection.

“God, you’re hot,” he says. “So fucking hot, Zara.”

He takes over the motion completely.

With his hand on my hip and his other palm pressing against the tile beside my head, trapping me in the warm, steam-filled space of his body, he begins driving his hips forward into me. He establishes a heavy, powerful tempo that rattles through my entire frame.

Each stroke is long, precise, and breathtakingly deep. He pulls back until he’s almost completely withdrawn, letting the slick heat cool for a fraction of a second, before plunging back into my cunt.

The wet slap of skin against skin echoes loudly in the small, steamy enclosure, mingling with the roar of the showerhead above.

“Ah… Locke…” I cry out, my head resting against the wet tile, my fingers flexed so hard against the wall my

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knuckles ache. “I want you so much…please.”

He shifts his weight slightly, angling his hips to drive even deeper into my core. His hand on the wall flexes, veins standing out against his forearm as he leverages his strength. He bends his knees just enough to change the entry point, sliding into me at an angle that hits my most sensitive nerves with brutal, beautiful precision.

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A sharp, electric shock of pleasure zips down the backs of my thighs, making my feet tremble violently against the wet floor.

“Look at how well you take me,” he says against my ear, his voice rough with effort. “You feel built just for me, Zara. Every single time.”

“Locke, please -”

“I’m right here,” he says, his hand sliding up from my hip to cup my breast, his thick fingers squeezing my n****e gently. “All yours.”

I tilt my hips back into every surge, desperate for more, completely addicted to the heavy, possessive way he holds me pinned. The water pours over our heads, blinding me, but I don’t care.

I’m entirely consumed by the feeling of him inside me, the broad expanse of his tattooed chest crushing against my back, and the relentless, driving power of his hips.

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