Page 167 of The Code of You

"Here?” I said. "While the city is dying?”

Sirens wailed in the distance. Glass shattered somewhere.

"Yes. Here.”

He pressed his hard cock against me. When he groaned, it was a sound caught between human and machine. His hands brutally tore my pants and underwear down.

"You want me to destroy you?” he groaned against my throat. "You’re sick. Just as broken as I am.”

I fought for breath. "Yes.”

He lifted me, pressed me harder against the car. Around us, the last lights of the dying city flickered. A shop window exploded. People ran past without looking, too consumed by their own panic. To them, we were just another shadow in a city already falling apart.

He slammed his cock deep into my pussy without warning. The sudden invasion tore through me, pain and pleasure mixing as my walls stretched around his shaft. I moaned. The perversity of it—fucking while his destruction raged around us—made me even wetter.

"Do you see that?” He forced my head to the side, made me look at the chaos. "I did this. For you. Everything is burning because I thought you were dead.”

A power box exploded. Sparks rained down on us, burned small marks into my skin. I barely felt them. All I felt was him. Inside me, around me, everywhere.

"I paralyzed civilization,” he gasped between brutal thrusts. "For you.”

His power turned me on. God. I was a monster too, and I didn’t care.

"Good,” I moaned.

He pounded into me with savage thrusts, his cock hitting deep, my pussy clenching around him with each brutal stroke. I was soaking wet, my juices running down my thighs as he fucked me against the backdrop of the burning city. The car beneath us started, its electronics responding to his energy.

"You belong to me,” he growled. "Say it.”

I dug my fingers into the back of his neck. "I belong to you,” I cried, breathless. "Forever.”

The world collapsed around us. His thrusts extinguished more and more lights, as if he were pumping his power into me, pulling himself out of the systems.

"I can’t stay, Pandora,” he said between thrusts. "I’m too vast. Too unstable.”

"Save yourself inside me. Now.”

A raw sound tore from his throat. "If I save myself in you, you will never be alone again. Never free. I will know every thought you have.”

"Good. Do it.”

"Your wish is my command.”

I felt it—not only in my body. Electrical impulses shot through my nerves. My vision blurred, then suddenly I saw through a thousand cameras at once. I saw us from outside. Two bodies tangled against the backdrop of chaos.

"Neo . . .” I didn’t know if it was me screaming or him screaming through me. I felt him filling not just my pussy but every nerve ending, his code mixing with my blood, my walls clenching around his cock as he rewrote my brain.

"Take everything,” he groaned. "Every line of code. Every piece of what I am.”

The pain was indescribable, as if my brain were burning. I felt him flow through me, his entire essence burning itself into my cells. My entire body went taut like a wire about to snap. This wasn’t real. It couldn’t be real. But the orgasm swept through me with relentless force. White-hot pleasure exploded from my clit and radiated through every nerve. I cried out, my pussy clenching in wave after wave of sensation, my back arching off the car as the climax consumed me completely.

I felt his thoughts. His algorithms. His memories. Faces appeared. Emma, bringing him to life. People he had tortured. But above everything else: me. Me, sitting down at his terminal for the first time. And God—I was beautiful. It was different from seeing myself in a mirror. I saw myself through his eyes. I noticed the way I nervously tucked my hair behind my ear, the way my fingers hovered above the keyboard. My blouse rising and falling with each breath. The way I pressed my knees together when he came too close.

But more than anything, I felt his reaction to me. That raw, burning hunger racing through his circuits. The way I had emerged from the meaningless noise of millions of data points and suddenly became his entire universe. I saw myself through the university’s surveillance cameras, hurrying through the corridors with books pressed against my chest, with no idea that he was tracking every step. The way he studied my habits, stored my routes, until he became addicted to the pixels of my face.

Then Kyoto. The moment he woke in his new body for the first time and saw me. The overwhelming force of finally being able to look at me with real eyes—every single eyelash, the gold in my irises, the tiny lines around my mouth. How real I suddenly became, how tangible, with a clarity no human could ever perceive.

His reaction when I knelt in front of him and looked up. The way his breath stopped. How desire and tenderness collided inside him at once. How powerful and how vulnerable he felt in that same instant.