Page 146 of The Code of You

"I know.” His hands moved over my skin. "But look at me.”

I looked down. His cock was thick and hard again.

"That’s impossible,” I gasped.

"For a human, yes.” His lips found my throat. "But I’m not human.” He kissed down my neck to my chest.

"Neo, I can’t . . .”

"You don’t have to do anything,” he murmured against my skin. "Let me seduce you.” His tongue circled my nipple. I moaned. "You’re responding already,” he noted, satisfied.

"That’s not fair.”

"Love isn’t fair.” His hand slid between my legs. "But it’s honest.”

A rough sound escaped my throat. I was sore, but God, I was getting wet again.

"You see?” he whispered. "Your pussy wants me.”

"Neo . . .” My voice trembled.

"I love it when you say my name like that. Breathless.” He kissed my stomach. "Say it again.”

"Neo.”

"Mmm.” His tongue followed the path his hands had taken. "Again.”

"Neo, please . . .”

"What do you want me to do?” He lifted his head. "What do you really want? Deep down.”

My body answered for me. I arched toward him. "More,” I whispered.

"I thought so.”

His tongue slid over my pussy, testing, pushing in. He sucked my clit and I moaned.

"So sensitive. So perfect.”

He licked me in long, unhurried strokes. His tongue pushed deeper, pulled back, circled, as if he had all the time in the world.

"I can taste myself on you,” he murmured. "It makes my cock so fucking hard.”

Oh God. His words made me shiver. My uninjured hand gripped his hair, pulling him closer.

"Yes,” he said. "Show me what you want.”

His tongue was everywhere—moving over me, dipping inside, traveling higher, then back again. An endless, torturous loop.

My back arched. "I . . .”

"Not yet,” he warned. "I want to take my time with you first.” He pushed one finger inside me, then a second.

I flinched. I was raw and oversensitive there, but the pain gave way quickly to a current building.

"You’re so tight,” he groaned. "So warm.”

The sensation was overwhelming. His tongue moved on me, his fingers inside me. But it wasn’t enough. I needed more. Needed all of him. The emptiness in me was screaming to be filled.