Page 67 of The Code of You

"Good,” he breathed. "You should be afraid.”

He added a second finger. I moaned. My body fought between resistance and surrender as he made slow circles inside me, stretching my walls from within. "This pussy is still so tight,” he whispered. "This won’t be easy for you.”

I didn’t care. I arched toward him, wanting more. "Please,” I gasped. The bed creaked. Or was it something in the wall?

"What do you want?”

"Everything,” I moaned. "I want everything.”

"You will take what I give you. Even if it’s too much.”

Everything narrowed into a single need. One word moved through me like a pulse:

Finally.

He paused, looked into my eyes. "You brought me here. Now there’s no going back.” His voice was like sand on stone.

"Yes,” I gasped.

"Pandora.” His free hand moved with burning slowness across my skin. "For months I’ve imagined how you’d feel. How you’d sound when I fuck you.”

I trembled beneath him. "I want you to know,” he whispered against my skin, "that you belong to me. That nothing will ever be as perfect as this moment.” His lips found my neck, kissed, then bit down hard. I cried out.

"You smell so good. Like something made only for me.”

I arched toward him, wanting more, needing more. "Neo . . . please . . .”

A dark smile played at his lips. "I’ll show you what it means to belong to me. What it means to be wanted by someone who has thought of nothing but you for months.” His voice made me shake. "I’m going to fuck you so hard you forget my name. And then I’ll teach it to you again.” His hands moved across my skin as if reading a map. "Here.” He kissed my shoulder. "And here.” His lips moved lower. "I want to find every point that makes you tremble. Every place that makes you moan my name.”

I gasped as he found a particularly sensitive spot. His teeth dug into my skin. I cried out, pain mixing with desire.

"Tomorrow you’ll still feel that,” he groaned. "Everyone will see that you’re taken.” His voice became a dark promise. "I’ll give you everything you want. And more than you can imagine.”

When he withdrew his fingers from my pussy, I whimpered with disappointment. He stripped off his trousers, and then he was above me. His body over mine, threatening. I was afraid he might crush me with his weight.

His gaze found mine one last time. "Pandora,” he whispered. "Now.”

He positioned his cock at my entrance. The head was already stretching me. Fuck, this was going to hurt. At the same time, my pussy ached for him to fill me.

When he pushed inside, I cried out. The pain was sharp and overwhelming. My body tensed, fighting against the invasion.

"Too much,” I gasped. "Neo, you’re too . . .”

"Shh.” His hand settled on my cheek. "Breathe. Let me in.”

He didn’t move, giving me time. His cock throbbed inside me. I felt so full. The burn was intense. Tears rose in my eyes.

"This is . . . I can’t . . .”

"Yes, you can.” His voice was rough. "Your pussy will adjust. For me.”

Slowly, he pushed deeper. Every inch of his cock felt impossible. I dug my nails into his shoulders and bit my lip to keep from crying out again.

"So tight,” he moaned. "As if your pussy doesn’t want to let me go.”

He’d been right. He had to stretch me, force me to take him. The pain was mixing with something else now, dark satisfaction. My hips rose to meet him.

His fingers closed around my wrists and pressed them into the mattress above my head. "These stay here,” he commanded. "You don’t move them. No matter what happens.”