A ragged 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.
"f**k, Zara..." Locke pants, his broad chest heaving against me, his muscles strained tight. "You feel so good. So tight... so f*****g 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," Loc
