The Alpha King's Contracted Luna (Ava and Grayson) novel Chapter 163

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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. 

My hands reached for his belt, trying to tug it off then I pushed myself off the counter, my legs shaky but determined. His brows furrowed as he watched me, his jaw tightening, “What are you doing?” 

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I didn’t answer. Instead, my trembling hands reached for his bell fumbling slightly. His hand shot out, gripping my wy gently but firmly 

“Ava..” There was a warning edge to his tone, but his resolve was crumbling 

1 tugged at his belt harder, finally undoing it and sliding the leather through the loops. With renewed determination, 1 unbuttoned his pants and hooked my fingers under the waistband of his boxers, tugging them down to reveal his already hard cock. 

My breath caught as I took him in my hand, running my fingers down the length of his shaft and my hands could barely yo around it. His breath hitched, and he watched me through hooded eyes. 

My grip around his cock 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 emboldened. I slid down his body, my lips hovering over the head of his length. His breath hitched, anticipating my first move. 

My tongue snaked out, tasting the bead of precum glistening at his tip. His grip on my hair tightened, pulling slightly as he watched me. I looked up, keeping eye contact, and took him into my mouth. 

Without breaking our 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 breath. 

His cock jerked in my mouth, hitting the back of my throat, causing me to gag slightly. Tears welled in my eyes, and I blinked rapidly, trying to clear them. 

Without warning, he cupped my face with one hand, the other tangling in my hair. His eyes bored 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 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 into me. 

Hard. 

He didn’t let me recover from the sudden invasion. Sliding one arm around my waist, he yanked me back against him, my upper body bent over the kitchen counter. His grip tightened, pinning me in place. 

“Fuck, Ava. You feel amazing,” Grayson grunted, thrusting harder. I cried out, clenching around his cock as he drove into me relentlessly. 

His grunts grew louder, matching my own moans. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing over me, consuming my entire being. 

With each thrust, his grip on my hip tightened, pulling me closer, deeper, harder. 

I could feel every inch of him inside me, stretching me to the limit, filling me completely. “Is this okay?” 

“More,” I whispered barely recognizing my own voice. 

His hand slid under my thigh, hooking it over his forearm, opening me wider. 

“Better?” he asked, voice strained, sweat beading on fiis forehead. “Yes,” I moaned, feeling him even deeper now. 

“Yes,” I gasped, my head spinning from the sheer pleasure coursing through me. 

Grayson’s 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, his cock 

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rubbing against a different set of nerve endings. 

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

“Anything.” I breathed, helpless to deny him. 

With one swift motion, he lifted me off my feet, carrying me towards the wall. His lips found mine again, hungry and insistent, silencing any protests. 

His body pressed firmly 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 head. 

I felt my pulse quicken as he pinned my wrists above my head with one hand, using the other to brace himself against the wall. 

“Don’t move,” he commanded, his breath warm on my neck. 

My breath caught in my throat as he shifted, positioning his swollen head at my entrance. “Please,” I whimpered, trying to impale myself on him, but his grip held firm. 

Without mercy, he thrust into me again, hard and fast. I screamed in ecstasy, my hands clutching his arms for support as he pounded into me. 

My body trembled as I clung to him, but he kept me secure, his powerful body pressed against mine. He let out a fierce grunt as he thrust again, and my whimpers grew louder with each stroke.