The MC President's Forsaken Wife (Zara and Knox) novel Chapter 364

Chapter 179-2

+25 Points

He gently slides the heavy silver cuff over my wrist. It fits flawlessly, resting cool and solid against my skin before rapidly absorbing my body heat.

“I love it, Locke,” I say softly, my voice thick with emotion. I turn my wrist in the firelight, watching the silver gleam. “And I love you. I’m never taking off.”

“You better not,” he murmurs, his eyes darkening with a sudden, potent heat that makes my stomach flip in the best way possible. “I love you too, baby.”

He frames my jaw with both of his massive, calloused hands, tilting my chin up. When his mouth comes down on mine, it’s no longer just sweet or gentle. The kiss is deep, hungry, and full of a quiet, burning passion that makes my head spin.

I let out a soft gasp against his lips, wrapping my arms tightly around his neck, pulling his heavy frame flush against mine. His tongue slides against mine, claiming my mouth with a slow, breathless intensity that sets every nerve ending in my body on fire.

Locke grunts low in his chest, his large hands sliding down my back to grip my waist, pulling me closer. The firelight dances across his sharp features as he deepens the kiss, his fingers stroking over my face with a rhythm that makes my heart beat wild.

“Locke…”

“You’re driving me out of my mind, baby.”

In one smooth, powerful movement, he stands up with me in his arms. I wrap my arms around his neck, inhaling his scent as he carries me toward the stairs/

He takes the wooden steps in quiet, heavy strides, pushing the guest room door open with his broad shoulder before shutting it behind us. The room is bathed in the soft, pale silver light of the moon reflecting off the fresh snow outside the wide bay window.

He sets me down gently on the edge of the massive carved bed, then joins me on the mattress. The cool air of the room melts away the second he pulls me into his arms under the thick, handmade quilts.

Every touch between us is slow, deliberate, and charged with an intoxicating, reverence-filled heat. Locke undresses us both with care, his large, warm hands smoothing over my skin.

He travels tenderly over the curves and scars of my lower stomach before sliding up to trace the line of my collarbone and ribs. His mouth follows his hands, trailing hot, lingering kisses down my throat and chest until I’m arching into his touch, gasping his name softly into the quiet room.

When he moves over me, his eyes are fierce with a desire that makes my heart ache with love. He enters me slowly, aligning his body with mine in a seamless, powerful rhythm that echoes the quiet pulse of the ocean outside.

I hold tightly to his broad shoulders, my fingers digging into the firm muscle of his back as he fills every space inside me, driving away every memory of cold, fear, or isolation I’ve ever carried.

We lose ourselves in the quiet, intoxicating heat of the moment – the friction of skin, the heavy rise and

12

(Chapter 129+

25 Points

fall of our chests, the warmth of his breath against my ear, and the deep, possessive murmurs he whispers against my lips as the intensity builds. It sweeps us both away into a breathless, lingering peak that leaves us clinging to each other in the moonlight.

Afterward, as our breathing slowly evens out in the dark, Locke pulls the heavy quilts securely up over our shoulders to keep out the night chill. He wraps his broad arm around my middle, pulling me against his side so my head rests over the steady, thunderous beat of his heart.

His large hand settles warm and protective over my lower stomach, stroking soothing, rhythmic circles against my skin. The silver cuff on my wrist rests warm against his chest, catching the faint, shimmering glint of moonlight.

Outside, the snow continues to fall silently over the house, but wrapped in Locke’s arms, completely safe and fiercely loved, I close my eyes and drift off into a deep, peaceful sleep.

Comments

LUCK DRAW >

Vote

1.1K

23