The Alpha King's Contracted Luna by Nelson Claudia

Chapter 163

Chapter 163

Ava’s POV:

Every single thought flew out the window the moment his lips met mine again. My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, my back pressed against the edge of the counter. The hard surface bit into my spine, but I didn’t care. All I could focus on was him–his warmth, his strength, the way his lips molded perfectly against mine.

Grayson broke the kiss just long enough to look at me. His breathing was ragged, his pupils blown wide with a mix of emotions I couldn’t quite name. “Ava,” he murmured, his voice low, almost reverent, but there was a rough edge to it. “Tell me to stop if-

“I don’t want you to stop,” I cut him off.

His forehead rested against mine for the briefest moment, his hand sliding down to rest on my hip. “You have no idea what you do to me,” he whispered, and then his lips were on mine again, hungrier this time.

His hands skimmed my waist, his fingers splaying across my lower back before dipping lower, gripping me firmly. I gasped into his mouth, and he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue sweeping against mine in a way that left me trembling.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured against my skin, his lips lesving mine trailing down my jaw to the sensitive spot just below my ear. My breath hitched, and I gripped his shoulders for support, my nails digging into the fabric of his shirt.

“Grayson,” I breathed, his name a plea, a prayer.

He pulled back slightly, his gaze locking onto them lips found mine again, his hands skimming under my shirt, his touch warm and steady, sending shivers down my spine. He moved slowly, as though savoring every second, every inch of exposed skin. His lips followed the path of his hands, pressing soft, lingering kisses along my collarbone, my shoulder, and finally my neck.

I tilted my head back, letting him take the lead, my fingers gripping the edge of the counter for stability. “Grayson…” His name escaped my lips again, breathless and heavy with emotion.

He stilled, his hands pausing at my waist. “Say it again,” he murmured against my skin, his voice low and almost desperate. I looked down at him, my heart pounding in my chest. “Grayson

His gaze snapped to mine, dark and intense. “I’ll never get tired of hearing you say my name like that,” he said, his hands tightening their hold on my hips.

He dipped his head lower, his lips trailing down the curve of my throat, over my shoulder, and finally to the exposed skin at the base of my ribs. Every kiss was slow and deliberate, each one leaving me breathless. I felt my body responding to him in ways I couldn’t control, a warmth pooling deep inside me.

He glanced up at me, his eyes searching mine. “You’re shaking,” he said softly, his voice tinged with concern.

I managed a shaky laugh. “Because of you.”

,

A small, almost boyish smile flickered across his lips, softening his usually sharp features. “Good,” he whispered, his tone laced with both confidence and tenderness.

belt, trying to tug it off then I pushed myself off the counter, my legs shaky but determined. His brows furrowed as

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didn’t answer. Instead, my trembling hands reached for his bell fumbling slightly. His

There was a warning edge to his tone, but his resolve

belt harder, finally undoing it and sliding the leather through the loops. With renewed determination, 1 unbuttoned his

the length of his shaft and my hands could barely yo around it. His breath hitched, and

twitched with each stroke, encouraging me. I looked up, meeting his heated gaze. He groaned, and I felt emboldened. I slid down his

his tip. His grip on my hair tightened, pulling slightly as he watched me. I looked up, keeping eye contact, and

our stare, I slid my mouth further down his length, inch by glorious inch. His fingers twined themselves in my

cock jerked in my mouth, hitting the back of my throat, causing me to gag slightly. Tears welled in my eyes,

me around to face the counter before I could even process what was happening. He parted my legs and I heard a rip. I gasped when the cold air

Hard.

Sliding one arm around my waist, he yanked me back against

I cried out, clenching around his cock as he drove

my own moans. Each thrust sent waves of

thrust, his grip on my hip tightened, pulling me closer, deeper,

could feel every inch of him inside me, stretching me to the limit,

whispered barely recognizing my

slid under my thigh, hooking it over his forearm, opening

strained, sweat beading on fiis forehead. “Yes,” I moaned, feeling

gasped, my head spinning from the sheer

him as he continued pounding into me relentlessly. He reached for my arms, pulling

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set of

down my spine. “I want

breathed, helpless to deny

the wall. His lips found mine again, hungry and insistent, silencing

between him and the cold stone wall. With one

my head with one hand, using

breath warm on