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.

off the counter, my legs

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answer. Instead, my trembling hands reached for his bell fumbling slightly. His hand shot out, gripping my wy gently but

There was a warning edge to his

loops. With renewed determination, 1 unbuttoned his pants and hooked

as I took him in my hand, running my fingers down the length of his shaft and my hands could

was tentative at first, testing, exploring His hips twitched with each stroke, encouraging me. I looked up, meeting his heated gaze. He groaned, and I felt

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

stare, I slid my mouth further down his length, inch by glorious inch. His fingers twined themselves in my hair, clutching tightly as he sucked in a sharp

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

into mine, heavy–lidded and smoldering. “Stop,” he rasped pulling me up and turning me around to face the counter before I could even process what was happening. He

Hard.

back against him, my upper body bent over the kitchen counter. His grip tightened, pinning me

Ava. You feel amazing,” Grayson grunted, thrusting harder. I cried out,

sent waves of pleasure

each thrust, his grip on my hip tightened, pulling

inside me, stretching me to the

recognizing my

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

he asked, voice strained, sweat beading on fiis forehead. “Yes,”

gasped, my head spinning from the sheer pleasure

my arms, pulling me upright until my back was pressed against

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different set of

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

breathed, helpless to

one swift motion, he lifted me off my feet, carrying me towards the

against mine, trapping me between him and the cold stone wall. With one hand, he gathered both of my wrists together, pinning them above

my pulse quicken as he pinned my wrists above my head with one hand, using the other

move,” he commanded, his breath