The Alpha King's Contracted Luna by Nelson Claudia

Chapter 117

-Ava’s POV-

I shut that thought out because I didn’t want to think as my hands clawed at his shirt, tearing at the fabric. There was nothing gentle about it–my nails scraped harshly, and he seemed to understand. Without breaking his rhythm, he ripped the shirt from his body, exposing the taut muscles beneath. I didn’t pause to admire him. The frustration, the anger, and the undeniable pull between us made everything else irrelevant.

He was relentless, his thrusts a steady, punishing rhythm, driving me mad. I was out of control, and it only made him more dangerous. He didn’t allow me any space to breathe or think; his presence was a suffocating, overwhelming force, and I couldn’t escape it–not that I wanted to.

His hands gripped me tighter, pulling me closer, his body solid against mine. I could feel the heat of his skin, the intensity of every movement. His breath was ragged against my car as he whispered, “Stop trying to fight me, Ava.”

I wanted to argue, wanted to lash out, but the words caught in my throat. Instead, I clenched around him, and the growl that rumbled in his chest told me he noticed. His hand found my hair, tugging it back so that my head tilted, exposing my neck. I could feel the desperation building in him too, that sharp edge to his control starting to crack.

“You think you can keep pushing me like this?” His voice was low, dark, almost a warning.

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. My body betrayed me, responding to him in a way that made no sense. Every part screamed for more, even as I knew I should be pulling away, should be fighting for control.

of me

His grip on my hair tightened, pulling me further into him. He changed the angle, driving deeper, harder, and the air around us seemed to crackle with raw energy.

I was lost in the moment, my senses consumed by him, by the roughness, the force of his movements. I could feel him everywhere, his hands, his body, his voice in my ear telling me exactly what he wanted.

“Say my name, Ava,” he demanded, the command in his tone stirring something deep within me. “Say it, or I won’t stop.”

I wanted to defy him, to ignore his demand, but something about the way he said it, the urgency and possessiveness in his voice, made my body betray my mind.

“Grayson,” I gasped out, barely able to breathe as he kept me pinned, his movements never slowing.

His thrusts increased in intensity, brutal and unrelenting. The sound of skin slapping against skin, the sharp rhythm of our bodies moving together, filled the room. My heart raced, my breath shallow, and every time I tried to hold back,

make me lose control?”

more. His hand slipped to my waist, gripping me with a possessive force that made my knees buckle, but I

in him, in the heat,

back, his breath hot against my neck. My hands shot out to

took me by surprise, and the sudden shock of him thrusting into me from behind

on my hips tightened, and the force of his movements had me gasping. His body was like a steel trap, unforgiving, powerful. I could feel every inch of him, every hard push, every forceful drive that had

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edge.

the gasp that escaped me as he held me in place. moving

demanded, his voice low, almost a command. “Look at what

hadn’t even noticed before, the sight of him–his body taut with effort, his eyes locked on me–made my pulse spike. Every thrust, every movement, felt like an electric shock coursing through me. The sensation was too much to handle, too overwhelming, and yet I couldn’t look

and a promise. “Watch. Watch what

thrust. The raw power in his movements drove me to the edge of my restraint, and I was helpless against

sudden loss of contact left me breathless, my body shuddering in frustration. I cried out, my hands curling into fists as I turned toward

my voice rough

as he pushed me onto the soft surface. But even as my body sank into the mattress, he wasn’t done. His hands found

at me,” he ordered, his hands gripping my hair again, tugging me back so I could see the full picture. “See what

he was making me feel, the way he was controlling everything. I wanted to fight it, wanted to regain some sense of power, but it was useless.

bed creaked under the weight of our bodies. My hands gripped the sheets, my body straining to keep up with the pace

a command that

he commanded, his voice dark, deep. “Say my