Page 113 of Dancing for the Minotaur

His words, growled against her sensitive flesh, sent another shiver through her. No one had ever talked to her like this. No one had ever treated her body like something precious to be savored. Jackson hadn’t believed in foreplay at all—he’d just grunted and panted and rolled off her. But this… this was something else entirely.

He spent a long time on her breasts, until the angry red had faded to a warm, rosy pink and the painful sensitivity had been replaced by a delicious, humming sensation. Every nerve there felt alive, singing with his attention. When he finally lifted his head, his breathing was uneven. In the faint light, she could see his massive chest rising and falling rapidly.

“Better?” he asked, his voice rough.

“Y-yes,” she managed. “So much better there. But…” She bit her lip, the ache between her thighs clamoring for attention now that the pain and sensitivity in her breasts was healed. It was deeper now—more urgent.

“But what?” he prodded gently.

“Well…” She nibbled her lower lip. “It’s… it’s worse lower down,” she admitted at last. “Remember how that flower, uh, came in me? I think it got a lot of its secretions inside me.”

Taurex closed his eyes for a second, as if gathering strength. When he opened them, the gold was molten, burning with an intensity that stole her breath.

“I want to heal you, but I need you to open for me, Terra,” he rumbled.

Her face felt so hot she felt like she had a fever. This was it—the final barrier.

She was naked, spread out before her boss, who was about to put his mouth on her most intimate place because of a bizarre alien allergic reaction. The logic was absurd. But the need in her body was an undeniable, pulsing truth.

“I…I’ve never had anyone lick me there before,” she admitted in a low voice.

He frowned.

“But your mate…you had two younglings with him.”

“I know, but he never…” She shook her head. “He thought that, uh, ‘going down’ was unmanly.”

“Unmanly?” He made a sound something like a disbelieving snort. “What could be more manly than pleasing your woman?”

Terra gave an uneasy laugh.

“Well, it was probably just an excuse. He never wanted to do any kind of foreplay. Not that this is foreplay,” she hastened to add. “I mean, you’re just healing me, right?”

“That’s right,” he rumbled softly. “But I can’t heal you unless you open for me.”

Terra looked into his eyes.

“And…you’re sure you don’t mind?”

“Terra…” He cupped her cheek in one big, warm palm. “I want to do this—I want to heal you but even more, I want to pleasure you. I want to taste you. I’ve wanted it since the first time I met you.”

“Really?” Terra could hardly believe it.

“Really,” he rumbled. “So lay back and relax, sweetheart and let me heal you.”

“All…all right,” she whispered. And slowly, still trembling, she let her knees fall apart.

As she did, she felt her pussy open for him. The cool air of the room kissed her inner core, making her bite back a moan. She was embarrassingly wet—it would have grossed Jackson out. But Taurex didn’t seem to feel that way.

His nostrils flared as though he was scenting her, and a ragged groan was torn from him.

“Gods, look how wet you are for me, lovely one,” he breathed. “So fucking beautiful.”

He didn’t move between her legs right away, though. He stayed kneeling beside her, leaning down, his big hands sliding gently beneath her thighs to lift her hips slightly, adjusting her angle for him. Then his breath was there—hot against her swollen flesh.

Terra gasped, her hips bucking in a small, helpless movement.

“Shhh,” he soothed. “Just going to heal you, sweetheart. Let me take care of you.”