The MC President's Forsaken Wife (Zara and Knox) novel Chapter 269

Chapter 134

Claim

His massive body frames mine completely, blocking out the shadows of the room, blocking out the rest of The world.

The heat from the fireplace Washes over our exposed skin, but the heat blooming between us is infinitely hotter, consuming everything in its path. Пook up into his eyes, seeing no shadows, no hidden motives, no games, and no cold calculations… only pure, unadulterated love and protection.

When he moves over me, inside me, filling the empty, hollow spaces of my past with his solid, unyielding strength, I wrap my legs securely around his waist and pull his head down for another deep, breathless kiss.

The slick, searing friction of our bodies moving together sends a wave of pure sensation crashing through my veins. Locke groans deeply into my mouth, the sound vibrating through my entire body as his hips press firmly against mine, his huge c**k impaling me, my cunt pulsing around his length.

His hands slide down to cradle the back of my thighs, lifting me just enough to draw me deeper against him, leaving no space, no gap, and no distance between us.

He tangles one hand securely into my hair while his other hand presses firmly against the small of my back, holding me pinned beneath him in a stance of absolute, fierce possession.

The steady, heavy rhythm of his body drives into mine. Every touch feels deliberate and heavy with devotion, as if he’s physically rewriting every single painful chapter of my past. As if he’s replacing every single memory of rejection with the undeniable proof of his love.

The pace accelerates naturally, driven by an ache that goes far beyond the physical. Locke’s breathing turns ragged, his forehead resting against mine as he stares down at me through the haze of pleasure, watching every flicker of emotion on my face as if it’s the only thing in the universe that matters.

The pressure in my core tightens into a fierce, unbearable throb, pulling me under. I move faster, moving in time with him, losing control and not caring even slightly.

“That’s it, baby,” Locke rasps against my lips, his movements turning powerful, deep, and relentless. “Fuck, Zara. I love you.”

I cry out his name into the quiet penthouse as the exquisite tension inside me twists impossibly tight, and shatters into a blinding, weightless release that shakes me to my very core.

Locke follows me over the edge seconds later with a low, primal growl against my gasping lips, his muscular body trembling as he holds me tight against his heart.

Afterward, we lie tangled together in the quiet, cozy glow of the dying embers on the rug. His heavy, protective arm is wrapped securely around my waist, shielding my body from the cold outside world like an impenetrable fortress.

I rest my cheek against his bare chest, listening to the slow, steady thud of his heart beating underneath my ear. The fire crackles low in the hearth, sending tiny sparks up the chimney, but inside, I’m completely at peace.

For the first time in years, I’m home.

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