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wrought-iron chandeliers with electric candles burst into life. The room was covered with thick red carpet, not only across the floor but also along the walls and across the ceiling. There was another door leading to the back staircase, which was covered in black carpet so it was easy to locate.
    The room had giant speakers, an area with a drum kit and several microphone stands. There was another area with one music stand and a ceiling-high bookcase stuffed full of music books and papers. Recording equipment, wires, microphones and boxes of CDs were on the shelves. To Natasha, there was nothing more important in life than vibrating with music. It didn’t matter if it was booming from speakers at a club or quivering beneath her fingers on her violin strings.
    There were several instrument cases, and Natasha went over to one of the violins. She opened up the case and pulled out a bow. She examined it for warps as she tightened it and then slid rosin along it. She lifted out the violin and fastened the shoulder rest. As she put it to her shoulder, she picked up her bow again. She trembled with excitement as the bow easily slid along the strings. A warm, rich sound enveloped the room as she played, fingers dancing easily along the fingerboard.
    An hour passed before she remembered her coffee. She put away her violin and snapped off the lights. With a sigh, she shut the music room door behind her and returned to reality.
    After sipping several cups of coffee and checking her email, she began to feel like herself, almost. There was still that gnawing, unending hunger in her belly, but she pushed it aside. It wasn’t time yet. She had to wait to quell her appetite.
    It was part of her Capricorn self-discipline. Waiting. Self-restraint, patience and anticipation of the perfect moment.
    She was going to meet Ellie and Maggie for drinks at Intuition, and she still had to bathe and apply her face.
    Around her, the room swelled with the nudging of impatient spirits, but she told them to leave her alone as she entered the bathroom.
    The steam from the shower filled her with a sense of longing. For a moment, she caught a glimpse of herself under a waterfall in South America with Paolo, a coffee bean farmer. He had been darkly tanned, muscular and rather tall. His thick accent and strong worker hands had attracted her to him. During her time in his village, they had spent many hours together enjoying each other’s bodies.
    The afternoon in the waterfall was a memory she would cherish forever. She had written it down and revisited it regularly so she wouldn’t forget it.
    His lips had searched hers out so eagerly as she pressed into him. She was still young then, still able to handle the sun when she kept her eyes squinted shut. His hands had eagerly cupped her breasts as she arched into him with a moan.
    His body had pressed tightly against hers, and she felt the firm swell of his cock against her stomach.
    â€œI want to make love to you,” he had whispered hotly into her ear.
    She nuzzled into him. “Yes, yes.”
    He slid into her, his body tight and strong as he held her under the soothing, steady stream of the waterfall. She knew he could do whatever he wanted to her and she could never get sick or pregnant. Not her kind.
    He held her, pushing into her urgently, grabbing fistfuls of her long, dark hair.
    â€œI want to try something else,” he said as he pulled out. They waded to the rocky wall of the cave, and he moved her so she stood facing it, her hands clutching the damp rocks for support as he slipped into her again. His cock was rigid and parted her flesh easily. She gasped as the different angle activated new sensations. His hands pulled her hips back to push against him as he thrust into her. The wall was slippery, and her hands slid along it as she tried to balance. The delicious prodding of his urgency melted with her own, and she threw her head back.
    Their feet slipped on the rocks, and the