Page 40 of Frequency of Attraction

“No,” she repeated.

Hot tears rushed to her eyes. She wanted this man so badly that the pain echoed in her dreams. Vadim understood her body like a language created just for him. She was broken. She had to be. She was unreachable, even by him.

His brows flicked together. He could see it, too. That he couldn’t help her. Quinn dropped to the couch, heaving breaths to keep the tears away.

“Don’t hold back the tears. It’ll hurt more if you do.”

His permission snapped the tenuous hold she had on herself. Quinn wrapped her arms around her knees and wept into her self-made cocoon.Bordel de merde.Vadim was hot as sin. He did everything right and she’d still never get to orgasm. Before, she hadn’t known what she had been missing. Now, with Vadim, she knew. She mourned that loss. Quinn cried until she had nothing left.

She stayed in her cocoon after her tears dried up. Vadim had remained silent and still beside her, just watching. She felt his eyes, though she hadn’t looked. Sniffling, she said, “How do you know it hurts more to keep tears inside? You don’t seem like a big crier.”

“I’ve felt pain. I’ve had disappointments. Betrayals.”

His brother, his daughter, Star City. Who knew what else?

“Crying can be just as cathartic as coming,” he added.

That stupid word. Quinn tipped her head to the side to look at him. He stared at her like she was a puzzle missing a piece. “Should we just give up?”

He shook his head. “I don’t give up.”

Her shoulders sagged. “What’s the fucking point?”

Vadim’s fingers absentmindedly drifted up his shaft, keeping him stiff. “The deepest pleasure you can imagine. In fact, it can’t be imagined.That’sthe fucking point.”

Quinn’s eyes stayed locked on his fingers as they wrapped around his straining cock. The gentle tug seemed connected to her own core. She felt every one of his strokes.

“You feel the world being formed. You feel the end of everything. You see God, Quinn.”

His up-down movements became more pronounced. Quinn had a hard time swallowing. She couldn’t look away. She had been wrong. He washotterthan sin. Hotter than the places in the universe where stars were born.

“You’re going to feel it, Quinn. You’re going to know it. This pleasure lives in you. We’re going to find it.”

She couldn’t handle the groan rattling in his throat, or the pinch of pleasure in his face. Her own fingers started to wander. Quinn leaned back on the couch and watched. And touched.

Vadim’s eyes gravitated to her exploratory fingers and up to the lips she couldn’t close from awe of what she witnessed him doing. A sharper, deeper pleasure rose within her, base and primal. This pleasure was born of being part of something she shouldn’t. Vadim was inviting her into an act meant only for himself. Her chest felt taut, coiled tight and ready to break.

He inched closer. The motions of his hand over the head of his cock grew firmer as he leaned over her. Quinn couldn’t choose where her eyes should land. The decision was made for her when Vadim leaned down to take her nipple in his mouth.

This time, his flicking tongue felt different. This time the move was part of something bigger. His hips pitched forward and she could feel his sensual movements against her knuckles. Her fingers flew, slick and searching. Pleasure flowed down from his mouth and up from her fingers. Without closing her eyes, Quinn could imagine him fucking her, licking her, from behind.

A low growl built in his throat, vibrating against her nipple and spreading to her chest. Her eyes widened. Vadim was going to come.

Was she?

“Come for me,” he ground out. “I want you to come for me.”

She didn’t want to come for him. For her first time, Quinn wanted to comewithhim.

The imagined sight of him sinking into her, the sound he’d make, sent her soaring. Quinn found the precipice and started to fall. She knocked his hand off his shaft and sunk her fingernails into his flexed cheeks. With a jerk of her hips, she impaled herself on his cock.

Words left her mouth but she didn’t know what they were. Vadim’s guttural groan and deep thrusts accelerated her fall. Quinn’s body chased its bliss, bucking against him. Like the explosion that started the universe, at first she felt nothing. Then she felt everything. She screamed as she ruptured, as she was remade. Every move was cold fire, burning and soothing at once. Her screams didn’t stop. Her hips kept moving. The bliss spread, dulled, but never dissipated.

Finally, her body settled into its new, awakened existence. The first thing her new eyes saw were his.

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Vadim wanted to let himself be ripped apart by a shattering Quinn. He wanted to go deeper and harder into the walls pulsing with pleasure that he helped tap into. Instead, he stilled and let her use his body to keep climbing. He didn’t know he possessed willpower that strong. Quinn felt like every kind of vice and virtue wrapped around him.

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