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a harmonic frequency that is so very pleasing,” he said, his husky voice as soft as silk. “And yes, it’s a dance unlike you’ve ever experienced.”
    Hefting herself up on her hands and knees, she didn’t have long to wait before Jamar tipped the creamy edge of his cock to her entrance. He drove in as far as her vagina would allow, and kissed the knobby ridges of her spine. “Kierra, I love you. I always have, always will.”
    She lowered her head to her clasped hands and shook her head from side to side. She loved Jamar too, but she could never tell him that to his face. If anyone found out, it would mean her life and she wasn’t ready to give it up yet.
     
    Amazed at her unblemished, white complexion, Jamar trailed kisses along her spine and to the small of her back. Lifting his lips from her smooth skin, he could do nothing but admire how their bodies were joined. His black skin merged into the pale alabaster, and the sight of his hands, large and black against her waist, drove him wild. He’d never known sex with any woman to be so all consuming, a fire burning in his churning gut and hardening his testicles. He watched with a fascination he found incredible. He’d had white woman on Praadar, but every time, he’d imagined it was his lovely Kierra. He hadn’t been able to stop dreaming about her.
    His balls rhythmically slapped the inside of her thighs. “I remember—it seems as if it was long ago—telling you I wanted to be a musician and you would be the dancer who interpreted the music.” He kept his voice low. Her fingers clutched the brocade coverlet. “Your body would sway to the tempo and in essence, you would be the instrument while I was the music.”
    Kierra grunted something unintelligible.
    Lost in the persistent, happy memories, Jamar continued, “You’re the only one who fully hears my music. Sometimes, I’m saddened by the fact no one can hear the perfect harmonics. Other times, I’m elated that you not only hear, but you make the music your own, with your body, with your footsteps.”
    The orgasm was almost on him. His whole body, from his throbbing forehead to his toes, was bathed in damp perspiration. He wanted to tip his head and shout to the ceiling and beyond, “I love Kierra!” but restrained himself. Instead, the music went on all around them, and he released all his pent up energy into her pussy. Over and over again, he gave himself in great bursts of shuddering spasms.
    Kierra quivered, and her vagina clenched around his drained shaft, milking him of the last of his cum. Probably exhausted, she collapsed to the coverlet, forcing him to withdraw quickly. She gave a long drawn out moan.
    Lying down beside her, his heart fluttering and his breathing shallow and ragged, he whispered, “Are you all right?”
    He couldn’t see her face from his position. The room smelled of musky sex. He saw the crown of her head bob up and down.
    “Fine, just fine,” she croaked.
    Jamar had the sinking feeling she wasn’t fine, that perhaps by making love to her, instead of drawing her closer physically, he’d driven her further away.

Chapter Three
     
     
    “I tore it. Let me find something for you to wear.”
    As naked as she’d been while Jamar was fucking her, Kierra folded her arms over her breasts and tapped her foot impatiently. “I was supposed to be cleaning your room, not cleaning the master.” Her tone was quiet and careful. After their lovemaking, Jamar had become reserved and distant, as if he wanted to be with anyone else but her.
    He swallowed and shook his head. “I couldn’t resist, Kierra. I had to know how soft you were.”
    How soft she was? She’d better ignore that or else she’d end up under him again. “How am I supposed to get home naked?” Home for her family, six kattanee, was a one-bedroom cabin with inadequate heating in the winter and no privacy. In the summer, the mosquitoes swarmed over the swamp nearby.
    “I’ll take you home on my magic