The Alpha King's Contracted Luna (Ava and Grayson) novel Chapter 117

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. 

“Good girl,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear. 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, he pushed harder, forcing me to feel everything. 

“You want to make me lose control?” he growled. 

I didn’t respond. Instead, I arched my back, pushing against him, needing more. His hand slipped to my waist, gripping me with a possessive force that made my knees buckle, but I didn’t care. 

I was too lost in him, in the heat, in the hunger. 

And then, without warning, he turned me around, forcing me to face the wall. His chest pressed against my back, his breath hot against my neck. My hands shot out to brace against the cool surface in front of me, but it did little to steady me as he positioned himself behind me, his movements swift and decisive. 

The change in position took me by surprise, and the sudden shock of him thrusting into me from behind was overwhelming. 

My breath hitched as his grip 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 me on the 

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edge. 

His hands moved to my hair again, pulling it tight, and I could stop the gasp that escaped me as he held me in place. moving with relentless precision. 

“Watch me,” he demanded, his voice low, almost a command. “Look at what I’m doing to you.” 

I didn’t want to look, didn’t want to give him that control, but when I turned my head- to the mirror I 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 away. 

His voice broke through the haze of my thoughts, each word a threat and a promise. “Watch. Watch what you do to me. Watch how fucking hard I make you come.” 

I couldn’t stop myself, couldn’t stop the way my body trembled with every word he said, with every brutal, punishing thrust. The raw power in his movements drove me to the edge of my restraint, and I was helpless against it. 

But just as the pressure inside me built to a point where I couldn’t hold on any longer, he pulled away. The sudden loss of contact left me breathless, my body shuddering in frustration. I cried out, my hands curling into fists as I turned toward him, my eyes desperate. 

“Grayson,” I begged, my voice rough with need. “Please…” 

He didn’t give me what I wanted. Instead, he dragged me toward the bed, my legs shaky beneath me as he pushed me onto the soft surface. But even as my body sank into the mattress, he wasn’t done. His hands found my hips, positioning me in front of him again, but this time, he made me watch. 

“Look at me,” he ordered, his hands gripping my hair again, tugging me back so I could see the full picture. “See what you do to me. Watch as I fuck you, Ava. Watch how fucking hard you make me lose control.” 

The intensity of his words, the grip he had on me, had me almost undone. I couldn’t focus on anything but the way 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. 

He moved faster, harder, and the bed creaked under the weight of our bodies. My hands gripped the sheets, my body straining to keep up with the pace he set, but I couldn’t do it. 

Every thrust was a promise, a command that left me breathless. 

“Say it again,” he commanded, his voice dark, deep. “Say my name again, Ava.” 

And I did, my voice trembling as I said it. “Grayson.” 

“Good girl,” he growled. “Keep saying it. Keep saying my name. Don’t stop.”