The MC President's Forsaken Wife (Zara and Knox) novel Chapter 343

Chapter 168-1

Aslow smirk spreads across Locke’s gorgeous face, his eyes flaring with an intense, possessive

light.

Without taking his eyes off me, he reaches out and takes the crystal flute of champagne from my. hand, setting it down on the side table next to his.

He shifts closer, sinking down onto his knees right between my legs, forcing my knees apart as he

settles in front of my chair.

His hands slide beneath the hem of my sweater. The touch of his warm palms against the bare skin of my waist makes me gasp, my back arching off the leather cushion.

Slowly making me wait, holding my eyes – he gathers the soft fabric in his fists, lifting the sweater up over my head and putting it onto the floor beside us.

I sit in front of him in just my lace bra, the firelight painting my skin in warm gold. Locke pauses, his breath hitching slightly in his chest. His gaze roams slowly over my collarbones, to my hardening n*****s pushing against the lace, down to the soft flat of my stomach where our baby sits hidden.

“God, Zara,” Locke growls, his hands moving to the clasp of my bra, undoing it with a practiced, seamless flick of his fingers. “You’re fucking perfect.”

The lace falls away. The cool air hits my skin for only a fraction of a second before Locke’s warm hands cup my breasts, lifting them gently.

I reach down, my fingers tangling into his hair, pulling him closer as I slide off my chair and onto my knees, joining him on the soft rug.

I reach for his shirt, pulling it up and over his broad shoulders, Locke lifts his arms, letting me strip the fabric off him, revealing the massive expanse of his chest – broad, heavily muscled, crisscrossed with old scars, and glowing in the firelight.

I press myself against him, the sensation of skin against skin making me let out a low, desperate moan. The heat radiating off him is intoxicating.

Locke chuckles darkly against my mouth, his arms wrapping around my waist, lifting me

effortlessly. He shifts back into the massive leather armchair, sitting down and pulling me up onto his lap so I’m straddling him, my thighs gripping his waist tightly.

He reaches over to the side table, grabbing the glass of champagne.

“Locke… what are you doing?” I breathe, a thrilling chill running down my spine.

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Chapter 168-1

“Hold still, baby,” he whispers against my throat.

Clair

He tips the glass gently, pouring a tiny, icy trickle of the golden sparkling liquid right over the peak omy left n****e. I gasp loudly at the sharp contrast of cold liquid against my burning skin, my body shuddering in his arms.

Before the drop can even slide down my breast, Locke leans in, taking the hardened peak into His – warm mouth, his tongue licking away every last drop of the sweet, fizzy champagne with a slow,

deliberate suction.

“Locke,” I squeal, my hands gripping his shoulders. “That’s cold!”

“Maybe, but it’s also sweet,” Locke says against my wet skin, repeating the gesture on my right side. He pours another tiny drop, licking it clean with slowness, his warm tongue swirling over my sensitive skin until I’m trembling in his arms, gasping for air. “You taste like everything I’ve ever

wanted, Zara.”

He sets the glass aside, his hands moving down to the button of my jeans. He unzips them quickly, sliding his hands under the denim to push them down. I lift my hips, letting him strip the jeans and my panties away until I’m completely bare, sitting astride his lap in the warm firelight.

Locke unbuckles his belt, pushing his own jeans down just enough to free his thick, rigid length. He guides my hips, aligning us, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that burns straight through

“Look at me, Zara,” Locke commands softly, his hands gripping my hips tightly, anchoring me to him. “Look at me as I fuck you.”

I look down into his dark, fierce gaze as I lower myself down onto him, meeting his upward movement. He fills me slowly, completely, his massive c**k stretching me open, sliding deep into my tight, slick heat.

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