Page 78 of The Code of You

He paused but didn’t release my thighs. His eyes burned into mine. "Yes. Exactly that.”

"I . . . I can’t do this.” My voice broke. Panic closed my throat. It was too intimate. Too close. Even with Adrian, I had never allowed . . . "No one has ever . . .”

"Ate you out? Good.” His fingers dug harder into my thighs. "Then I’m the first to taste this sweet pussy. The only one.”

"Neo, please . . .” Tears burned in my eyes. My whole body locked up. "It’s too much. I can’t . . .”

"Stop fighting me, Pandora.” His voice was dark. "I’m going to lick you until you’re screaming my name, and you’re going to let me because this pussy belongs to me now.”

I tried to close my legs. He held them apart, unyielding. My heart raced so fast I thought the room might tilt. This was different from everything before. More intimate. More frightening. With this kind of surrender, there was nowhere left to hide.

"Look at me,” he commanded. "Look at me while I taste you.”

My gaze met his. I couldn’t name what I saw there. Hunger, yes. But also . . . reverence? As if I were something sacred he wanted to desecrate.

"I’ll stop”—his voice was velvet-smooth with something dangerous underneath—"if you can say no three times without your body screaming yes.”

My eyes widened. That was a trap. I knew it. He knew it.

"First no?” he asked, and breathed a kiss against the inside of my thigh.

"N-no.” My voice trembled. My pussy was soaking wet.

"Your pulse is at one hundred and twenty beats per minute. You’re dripping.” He kissed higher. "Second no?”

I bit my lip. My body tightened. Everything in me ached for the touch of his tongue. "No,” I forced out.

"Liar.” His breath grazed my clit. "Your thighs are trembling. You’re fighting to keep them from opening farther.” He paused. "Third no, Pandora?”

I opened my mouth. Nothing came out. My body had already surrendered. The heat between my legs was unbearable.

"I’m waiting, Pandora” he murmured. "Say it. Or admit that you want it.”

A sob escaped me. "I . . . I can’t.”

"Can’t say no? Or can’t admit you mean yes?”

The question hung between us. It was my last chance. But we both knew I had already lost. "I . . . I can’t say no,” I whispered. The words tasted of defeat and relief at once.

"Then say yes.” His voice was a dark command.

Tears ran down my cheeks. From shame. From frustration. From unbearable arousal. "Yes,” I breathed. The word tore something deep in me—a final barrier I had defended so desperately.

"Louder.”

"Yes!” It came out as a sob. "Yes, damn it! I want it. Are you satisfied now?”

"Not yet.” He smiled against my skin. "But I will be.”

And then his mouth was on my clit. My back arched from the table. A cry escaped me. His tongue circled the most sensitive part of me, then slid deeper, pushed inside me. He moved between soft sucking and hard pressure, finding exactly the rhythm that made me shake as if he had mapped every nerve.

My hands drove into his hair, pulling. My legs fell open even wider, my hips pressing toward him.

"Such a good girl,” he murmured. The vibration of his voice made me gasp. "Finally honest.” He added his fingers, pushing inside me while his mouth worked my clit.

"Oh God,” I moaned.

He moved his fingers and his tongue faster, driving me to the edge. "I’m going to save this,” he whispered. "Exactly this sequence. This pressure. This frequency that drives you out of your mind.” His words sounded analytical, but the breathlessness in his voice revealed how turned on he was himself.