The MC President's Forsaken Wife (Zara and Knox) novel Chapter 344

Chapter 168-2

Chapter 168-2

Aragged moan tears from my throat, my hands flying to his neck as I sink all the way down,

burying him inside me to the root. Locke lets out a deep, guttural groan, his head falling back against the leather chair as his eyes close for a brief, overwhelmed second.

“Fuck, Zara…” Locke pants, his broad chest heaving against me, his muscles strained tight. “You feel so good. So tight… so fucking hot and wet.”

I start to move, lifting my hips and sliding down his length in a steady, rhythmic pulse.

The heavy leather chair creaks beneath us, the warmth of the hearth hitting my bare back as I establish a slow, deep pace. Locke’s hands stay locked on my waist, helping to guide my rhythm, his fingers digging into my hips and ass as he watches every shift of my body.

“That’s it, baby,” Locke whispers, opening his eyes to watch me, his voice thick with unbridled devotion. “Take all of me. Show me how much you want this.”

I lean forward, pressing my chest against his, resting my forehead against his neck as I pick up the pace, my p***y muscles gripping him tight with every slide down. Locke shifts beneath me, thrusting up to meet every one of my movements, driving his c**k deeper into me with a rhythm that leaves me breathless.

“Locke… oh God, Locke,” I weep softly, the intense pleasure building in my lower belly like a rising tide, spreading hot and electric through every nerve ending. “Please…”

“I’ve got you, baby,” Locke says, his large hand sliding down between our bodies, his fingers finding the swollen, sensitive center of my heat. He rubs my clit slow, firm circles over me while thrusting up hard into my cunt. “I love you so fucking much, Zara. I love how strong you are. I love your body… I love that you’re carrying my baby right now.”

Hearing those words spoken in the heat of our passion shatters the last of my control. The realization of everything we’ve survived to reach this moment – this chair, this fire, this new life growing inside me – erupts through my chest.

The climax hits me like a lightning strike. My body tightens violently around him, my inner muscles pulsing around his c**k in hard, uncontrollable waves. I cry out his name into the quiet room, my body shuddering in his arms as the intense, sweet release crashes through me.

Locke growls softly at the sudden, tight squeeze of my orgasm. He grips me closer, lifting me slightly before pounding up into me three hard, deep times, his length burying deep against my cervix as he lets out a low, gravelly roar. His own release explodes out of his c**k, and his cum spills hot and heavy deep inside me.

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Chapter 168-2

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We collapse together into the chair, locked in a tight, breathless embrace as the firelight flickers over our flushed, slick skin. The silence of the room settles back over us, broken only by the sound

our ragged breathing and the gentle pop of logs in the hearth.

Locke keeps his arms wrapped tightly around my back and waist, his heavy chest heaving against mine as our hearts beat in frantic, matching unison.

He presses a slow, tender kiss to the side of my neck, his thumb tracing soft, reverent circles over the smooth skin of my stomach where our future rests.

“I love you, Zara. More than my own life.”

I smile against his shoulder, tightening my arms around his broad neck, completely surrendered to the deep, beautiful warmth of our home. “I love you too, Locke. Always.”

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The fire has burned down to a deep, pulsing crimson bed of embers by the time Locke finally shifts beneath me almost fifteen minutes later, his hands stroking gently over my bare back.

He doesn’t let me move far. With effortless strength, he lifts me in his arms, standing up from the armchair while keeping me wrapped securely against his chest. I bury my face in his shoulder, my body completely pleasantly exhausted.

He carries me into the dark bedroom, where the cool moonlight streams through the high windows in soft shades of silver. He sets me down gently on the edge of the bed, pulling the heavy down quilt up and around my shoulders before sliding in right behind me.

Locke pulls me back flush against his chest, his broad arm sliding over my waist, his warm palm settling flat over my lower stomach, holding both of us close and safe.

“Are you warm enough, baby?” he whispers against the back of my neck, his lips brushing my skin.

“I’m perfect,” I murmur, lacing my fingers through his over my stomach. “I’ve never felt more perfect in my life.”

He exhales a long, deep breath against my hair, his chest expanding against my back. “Get some sleep, Zara. We’ve got a whole lifetime ahead of us.

I close my eyes, listening to the steady, strong rhythm of his heart beating against my spine, feeling the heavy warmth of his hand over our baby, and let myself drift into the most peaceful sleep I’ve

ever known.

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