The Alpha King's Contracted Luna by Nelson Claudia

Chapter 117

-Ava’s POV-

| 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. | 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, drivingmad. | was out of control, and it only made

him more dangerous. He didn’t allowany space to breathe or think; his presence was a suffocating,

overwhelming force, and | couldn't escape it-not that | wanted to.

His hands grippedtighter, pullingcloser, 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.”

| wanted to argue, wanted to lash out, but the words caught in my throat. Instead, | clenched around him, and

the growl that rumbled in his chest toldhe noticed. His hand found my hair, tugging it back so that my head

tilted, exposing my neck. | could feel the desperation building in him too, that sharp edge to his control starting

to crack.

“You think you can keep pushinglike this?” His voice was low, dark, almost a warning.

I didn’t answer. | couldn't. My body betrayed me, responding to him in a way that made no sense. Every part

screamed for more, even as | knew | should be pulling away, should be fighting for control.

of me

His grip on my hair tightened, pullingfurther into him. He changed the angle, driving deeper, harder, and the

air around us seemed to crackle with raw energy.

| was lost in the moment, my senses consumed by him, by the roughness, the force of his movements. | could

feel him everywhere, his hands, his body, his voice in my ear tellingexactly what he wanted.

“Say my name, Ava,” he demanded, the command in his tone stirring something deep within me. “Say it, or |

won't stop.”

| 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,” | gasped out, barely able to breathe as he keptpinned, 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 t| tried to hold back, he pushed harder, forcingto

feel everything.

“You want to makelose control?” he growled.

I didn’t respond. Instead, | arched my back, pushing against him, needing more. His hand slipped to my waist,

grippingwith a possessive force that made my knees buckle, but | didn’t care.

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

And then, without warning, he turnedaround, forcingto 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 steadyas he positioned himself behind me, his movements swift and decisive.

The change in position tookby surprise, and the sudden shock of him thrusting intofrom behind was

overwhelming.

My breath hitched as his grip on my hips tightened, and the force of his movements hadgasping. His body

was like a steel trap, unforgiving, powerful. | could feel every inch of him, every hard push, every forceful drive

that hadon the

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edge.

His hands moved to my hair again, pulling it tight, and | could stop the gasp that escapedas he heldin

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 | 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 | 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 | make you come.”

| 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 droveto the edge of my restraint, and | was helpless

against it.

But just as the pressure insidebuilt to a point where | couldn’t hold on any longer, he pulled away. The

sudden loss of contact leftbreathless, my body shuddering in frustration. | cried out, my hands curling into

fists as | turned toward him, my eyes desperate.

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

He didn’t givewhat | wanted. Instead, he draggedtoward the bed, my legs shaky beneathas he

pushedonto the soft surface. But even as my body sank into the mattress, he wasn’t done. His hands found

my hips, positioningin front of him again, but this time, he madewatch.

“Look at me,” he ordered, his hands gripping my hair again, tuggingback so | could see the full picture. “See

what you do to me. Watch as | fuck you, Ava. Watch how fucking hard you makelose control.”

The intensity of his words, the grip he had on me, hadalmost undone. | couldn't focus on anything but the

way he was makingfeel, the way he was controlling everything. | 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 leftbreathless.

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

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

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

| couldn’t control the way my body responded, the way every word he said, every motion, sentspiraling. |

was losing myself, but somehow, | didn’t care anymore. All that mattered was the intensity, the way he made me

feel.

The pressure insidebuilt again, overwhelming, until | could hardly breathe. My hands reached for him,

needing to feel him closer, needing something to hold on to. | couldn't stop the cry that tore from my throat

when | finally shattered, my body convulsing as he kept moving, relentless, pushingpast the edge.

Even as | collapsed against him, trembling, gasping for air, he didn’t stop. He kept going, his movements

unyielding, makingcagain, over and over, until | was too far gone to think, too consumed by him to

care.

He didn’t slow down. Not for me, not for anything. The sound of our bodies, the heavy breathing, the broken

moans— everything blurred together as we moved, a mix of need and control. With every thrust, | sank deeper,

my body helpless against him, until there was nothing left ofbut him, his voice, and the power he had over

me.

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And yet, despite that power. | knew then.

As he thrust intoagain, another orgasm ripped through me, my back arching as | screamed his name. He

thrust once more, groaning my nas he cinside me, his teeth sinking into my neck, biting down hard.

In that moment, it finally hitwith its full intent.

I was in love with him.

| loved Grayson Blackwood.

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