Page 66 of The Code of You

His tongue demanded entry, took what it wanted. My knees went soft. He held me upright, his hand still in my hair. The whole room seemed to shake. Or was that just me?

He tore himself from my lips, only to descend on my neck. His teeth. His tongue.

"Neo . . .” I managed nothing more than a whimper. His assault sent delicious shudders across my skin.

"Say it again,” he murmured against me. His free hand moved possessively down my side, the heat of it seeping through my clothes. "You belong to me."

"Neo.”

His hand slid under my shirt. "You’re trembling.”

"So are you.”

He laughed, dark and low. "That’s not trembling.”

"Then what is it?”

"That’s . . . my energy,” he whispered. "And it’s about to explode.”

My breath stopped. Yes . . . I could feel it, the vibration under his skin, the low hum from his chest.

"I want you everywhere,” he said. His lips moved to my collarbone. The light flickered wildly. His control was breaking. "Pandora . . . I . . .” He pulled my shirt over my head. "Finally,” he said. "Finally I see you.” His eyes consumed me. "Mine. Finally mine.”

I took his shirt off. Before, I had touched him carefully, tentatively. Now there was no one watching us, and I let my hands move where they wanted. The muscles in his stomach tightened under my fingers. I traced the line downward and heard his breath change. As if this was too much for him, he bent down and took my nipple into his mouth. His tongue circled it, while his teeth grazed it.

I threw my head back. "Oh God,” I moaned.

"Yes. Good girl. You respond so well to me.”

He shoved my jeans down as if they were an inconvenience and lifted me without warning. I wrapped my legs around his hips. I could feel his skin against my thighs. It was as if my body remembered something it had never experienced.

He carried me to the bed and dropped me onto it. Panic flickered in me. This was the moment. I could still get up, run to the door, but my legs wouldn’t listen. Instead, they opened for him. I cursed myself for it.

"I’ve waited so long,” he growled as he stripped away my underwear. His fingers slid between my legs, testing how ready I was.

"Fuck, Pandora.” His voice was rough. "So wet for me. The whole time.”

His index finger found my clit and circled slowly, too slowly. I tried to lift my hips, to get more pressure, but his other hand held me in place.

"Don’t move,” he commanded.

I felt his fingers as if he’d touched me there a thousand times before. In dreams, in simulations, in thoughts I had never finished.

"You can’t leave anymore.”

"I . . .” The words stuck in my throat. He pushed one finger inside me. I gasped. "Neo.”

"You’re so tight,” he whispered, pushing deeper, moving against my walls. "I’ll have to stretch this pussy to fit inside.”

A shudder moved through me. My muscles clenched around him involuntarily.

"I . . .” My voice trembled. The threat in his words was unmistakable. He would stretch me, reshape me to his body, force me to take all of him.

Fear fluttered in my chest. His cock was too large. It would hurt. He would make sure it hurt. But beneath the fear something darker pulsed. A perverse curiosity. A longing to experience exactly that.

"Are you afraid?” His voice was velvet while his finger moved inside me.

I nodded without speaking. Of course I was afraid. And I wanted it anyway. Wanted to know what it felt like to be torn apart and remade by him.