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.

myself off the counter, my legs shaky but determined. His brows furrowed as he watched

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for his bell fumbling slightly.

edge to his tone, but his

it and sliding the leather through the loops. With renewed determination, 1 unbuttoned his pants

took him in my hand, running my fingers down the length of his shaft and my hands could barely yo around it. His breath

first, testing, exploring His hips twitched with each stroke, encouraging me. I looked up, meeting his heated gaze. He groaned, and I felt emboldened. I slid down his body, my lips hovering over the head of his length. His breath hitched,

precum glistening at his tip. His grip on my hair tightened, pulling slightly as he

mouth further down his length, inch by glorious inch. His fingers twined themselves in my hair, clutching tightly as he

throat, causing me to gag slightly. Tears welled

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 hit my bare back and I tried to say something but before I could, he thrust

Hard.

me back against him, my

harder. I cried out, clenching

Each thrust sent waves of pleasure

hip tightened, pulling me closer, deeper,

every inch of him inside me, stretching me

whispered barely recognizing

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

asked, voice strained, sweat beading on fiis forehead. “Yes,” I moaned, feeling him even

my head spinning from

grip tightened on my leg, pulling me harder against him as he continued pounding into me relentlessly. He reached for my arms, pulling me upright until my back was pressed against his chest. I gasped at the new position,

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against a different set of nerve

my earlobe, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine. “I want to try something.” He purred, nibbling on

breathed, helpless

my feet, carrying me towards the wall. His lips

With one hand, he gathered both of my wrists together, pinning them

he pinned my wrists above my head with one

he commanded, his breath warm on my neck.