The MC President's Forsaken Wife (Zara and Knox) novel Chapter 297

Chapter 146-1

With one move of his hands, the fabric of my shirt tears completely down the center. He pulls it off me and tosses it on the floor

“You’re beautiful, Zara,” he says, his hands moving back up to frame my face. “Fuck, you’re so damn beautiful it almost tears me apart.”

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“Ditto, handsome,” I say, my breath catching as his hands slide down my throat, over my collarbones, and cup my breasts.

He shifts, dropping to his knees on the thick, plush rug in front of the fire, pulling me down until I’m lying beneath him.

When his lips close over my n****e, pulling me into his mouth with a slow, deliberate suction, a sharp, gasping moan escapes my lips.

My fingers tangle into his thick hair, holding him close, guiding him as a violent shiver rolls through my entire body.

He takes his time, lingering over every inch of my breasts, his hands spanning my waist, lifting my hips slightly as his mouth travels lower, mapping the smooth line of my stomach.

When he moves down further, kneeling between my open knees, his wolf eyes lift to mine one last time: raw, worshipful, and entirely unhinged by his need for me.

He parts my p***y lips gently with his thumbs, his breath warm against my sensitive skin, before he lowers his head and settles his mouth fully against me.

The sensation is instant and absolute. A wave of liquid heat that crashes over my senses, making my hips lift off the rug in a helpless, instinctive arch.

He licks over my cunt, between the lips, with long, deep, maddening strokes, his tongue finding my clit with a slow, agonizing precision that pulls a ragged scream right out of my throat.

“Locke! Oh God, Locke,” I sob out, my hands flying out to grip the thick, muscular expanse of his shoulders, my knuckles turning white as I hold onto him for dear life. “You feel so good…”

He doesn’t slow down. He deepens the contact, his hands locking around the backs of my thighs, holding me firmly against his mouth. He drinks my honey in like he’s starving, like my pleasure is the only thing keeping him tethered to the earth.

I writhe under him, completely helpless to the building, unbearable tension coiling tighter and tighter in my body. The fire crackles beside us, the heat radiating off the hearth blending with the fever in my blood until I can’t tell where my own skin ends and the flames begin.

The tension snaps, sending a shattering wave of ecstasy crashing through my muscles, Locke rides me through the peak, his mouth staying locked against my cunt until the last trembling wave dies down, leaving me breathless and shuddering on the rug.

Before I can recover, before I can even pull a full breath into my aching lungs, I reach out for him.

“Come here,” I choke out, my voice trembling. “Locke, get up here. I need you.”

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Chapter 146

He rises over me, his face flushed, his chest heaving as he strips off his fitted black T-shirt in one fluid motion, tossing it aside. His jeans follow, leaving his broad, heavily tattooed frame bare in the firelight.

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He’s a masterpiece of dark iron and hard muscle, scarred and lethal, but as he leans down over me, his eyes are filled with a softness so profound it breaks my heart open.

I don’t let him take control this time. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him down into a fierce, desperate kiss, sliding my body up against his. I shift my weight, rolling us over in one smooth motion until he’s lying flat on his back on the rug and I’m sitting atop his thighs.

Locke lets out a low, surprised groan, his hands immediately coming up to cup my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh with possessive warmth. “Zara…”

“My turn,” I whisper, my voice dark and unwavering as I look down into his burning eyes. “Or maybe I mean it’s your turn.”

I lean over him, and with a simple click, the clip holding my hair up snaps loose, sending a dark, heavy cascade spilling free. It falls in wild waves, framing my face like a midnight veil, tumbling over the curve of my neck and sprawling across my bare shoulders.

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