I'll Give you 'Till the Count of Three -- Excerpt 18+

Please be advised that Book III is New Adult! The same maturity jump from Book I to Book II is taken again in equal measure. Please don't read it if you're don't like spice.

This is a story about a girl who grows up. (But also... no one here is very vanilla.)
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“I forgive you,” I hummed into his neck. Straddling Kirwyn’s lap, I rocked against the hardness growing in his pants. When his breathing deepened, I smiled to myself and snaked a hand beneath his waistband until I found what I sought. Gripping him tightly, I stroked.

“Kirwyn…” I moaned in his ear, breathless. “I need… need…” With a whimper I trailed off.

“What do you need, Zaria?”

Stilling my ministrations, I pulled my head back and decreed, “I need you to know I think you’re an ass.” I stood, abruptly. “How’s it feel to be misled?”

Kirwyn’s eyes blazed and damn if he didn’t look sexy. But I would hold onto my vengeance. I would.

“Zaria. Get back here. Now.”

I shrugged, trying to look bored but biting my lip to hold back the grin. “No.” To emphasize my refusal, I stepped back.

“I’m going to give you three seconds to come back here. If I have to get up and drag you back, you’ll be sorry.” His eyes glistened with an enthralling kind of danger, making it hard to keep a straight face. “You’re determined to make me your monster… I can be your monster, Zaria.”

I stepped back again. “Try to drag me anywhere and we’ll see who’s sorry.”

“You,” Kirwyn declared, grinning his threat, revealing those sharp canines.

“One.”

I scowled. “Stay where you are.”

“Then I suggest you use your time to come back over here right now. Or run.” He shrugged, adding, “Two.”

“Kirwyn, I swear to god!” I yelled, but I was laughing nervously so it didn’t sound menacing. I backed away further. “Don’t you dare.”

Kirwyn rose slowly. God, was he always so tall? He made a show of rolling his shoulders.

“Zaria?”

“Yeah?”

“Consider this your last chance,” he warned, head bent, eyes up, readying to attack. His voice was low and oh-too-satisfied as he declared, “Three.”

I ran.

Trouncing ferns and shrieking my position, I sprinted through the woods as fast as my legs could pump. There was no point in hiding my direction, Kirwyn wasn’t far behind – him and his damn long legs. A strange thrill shot through my chest as he chased me. It reminded me of the day we first met, when I’d attacked him and fled my cave -- though our relationship was entirely different now.

As well as his intentions. Whatever they were.

Two strong hands gripped my waist, my legs were swept from the ground, and together we landed in the grass.

“Caught you,” he gloated.

Kirwyn folded himself on top of me and I could scarcely catch my breath through my laughter and shouts. I flailed but he was always too strong, too fast, and he had me pinned face-down in seconds. Though Kirwyn successfully tugged my pants and undergarments past my knees, the move cost him control and I slipped from his grasp. I couldn’t immediately stand, tangled in my own clothing. Crawling away, I made it farther than I would have thought… because I hadn’t realized Kirwyn was busy shoving down his own pants. I was still laughing and shrieking when his hands gripped my waist again, tugging me backwards on my hands and knees –

-- and to my astonishment, he lined up with my core and in one determined stroke, buried himself inside me from behind.

Oh my god. In one whoosh of air, all my laughter suddenly dissipated. I gasped, back arching at the new sensation. Kirwyn stilled, giving me time to adjust, I think; or at least to gauge my reaction.

He’d never… entered me like that before. So deep. I felt so full. Of him. Whimpering, I clenched around his hardness. In response, Kirwyn slowly pulled out –

-- and drove deep in another thrust of exquisite pleasure. At the same time, his fingers tightened on my hips, guiding me back to meet his push.

Oh my god, it felt incredible.

More… yes… don’t stop, I wanted to beg. But, enraptured, I only moaned, hoping that communicated everything.

Kirwyn’s quick, strong rhythm from this new angle had me making noises I’d never made before. I rocked my hips to meet his thrusts, pushing against the springy underbrush and hard-packed dirt for leverage. Our movements stirred the forest floor, filling the air with the loamy scent of earth. Coupling in such an animalistic manner right out in the open wood, a wild and wicked dizziness surged through me, leaving room for nothing beyond base desire.

The primal need for Kirwyn to take me. Like that, just like that…

If he felt half as blissed-out as I did, he wasn’t going to last very long. But it was an exquisite torture because I was hovering at the pinnacle and couldn’t fall over without…

Like a magician reading my mind, Kirwyn’s hand snaked beneath me and his fingers found the spot I needed, rubbing in frantic circles. I knew he was near the throes of ecstasy, knew he hurried to catch me up by his less-than-steady ministrations. It didn’t matter -- between his hardness filling me within and his fingers stroking me without, I’d never experienced anything so amazing in my life. I felt completely held by him, from behind and in front.

Shamelessly the words tumbled out now. Kirwyn. Oh god. Yes, like that. Please. Please don’t stop. Euphoria rose within as he stroked… His fingers, god, his fingers.

The last thing I heard when rapture seized my body was Kirwyn swearing fuck under his breath, and then my mind blanked, the ocean roared in my ears, and powerful waves of pleasure swept through my body, tumbling me spent upon the sand.

Grass.

We were laying together in the grass. As we finished, I’d barely felt Kirwyn roll me onto his torso, resting my head upon his chest. Oh my god. For several minutes neither of us spoke. I listened to his ragged breathing until it slowed, to the quickened beating of his heart until it calmed.

“We’ve never… done that before,” I whispered, awed.

“I’m aware,” he quipped.

“What made you do it?”

I could feel his half-shrug beneath me. “I don’t know. Just wanted to.”

“When girls say they want to be swept off their feet,” I teased, “that’s not what it means.”

Kirwyn breathed a soft chuckle. “It does for you.”

I buried my burning face against his chest. Biting my lip, I confessed, “It kinda hurt. But I want to do it again.”

Kirwyn barked a laugh. “Give me a couple minutes.”

Was it like this for everyone? I wondered, enchanted by the woods around me, by Kirwyn’s embrace, by the afterglow. Or were we special?

-Book III in the Beyond the God Sea Trilogy