Page 196 of Dancing for the Minotaur

“Any surprise penetration involved?”

“No.”

“Anything trying to drink bodily fluids?” she asked?

He shook his head.

“No.”

She raised an eyebrow at him.

“Anything that might suddenly decide I’m a particularly attractive member of the plant kingdom?”

The corners of Taurex’s mouth twitched.

“No.”

She nodded.

“Okay. Then the pink flowers can stay.”

“I am relieved. It would be extremely difficult to get them off the bed since they are actually part of it.”

Terra laughed and reached up to kiss him. It was only meant to be a quick kiss, but Taurex’s hand settled at her waist and the contact lingered. His mouth moved over hers slowly…teasingly…and for a moment Terra forgot where they were. When she pulled back and looked up at him, she knew she needed to get out of her dress.

“I need to change into something more comfortable,” she murmured.

Taurex immediately released her.

“Of course, lovely one,” he growled softly.

Terra felt a shiver of pure desire run through her.

“Don’t go anywhere,” she told him.

“I have no intention of doing so,” he murmured.

“Good.”

Terra took the small bag containing her wedding-night things and disappeared behind the living vine screen into the bathing area. She had spent an embarrassing amount of time choosing what to wear tonight. Part of her had considered something soft and romantic—a silk nightgown perhaps, elegant and modest enough to make her feel like the mature bride she now was.

Then she had remembered the way Taurex looked at her body—how he hungered for her and worshipped her. So she had decided to buy something much less sensible.

The white lace teddy she had chosen fit tightly over her curves, its scalloped edges tracing the tops of her thighs while the cups lifted her breasts just enough to make her cleavage impossible to ignore. Instead of closing completely in front, the garment tied between her breasts with a narrow satin ribbon and then opened below, revealing a matching pair of lace panties beneath it.

The panties themselves were even more daring—they were crotchless and their tiny, lacy strings framed her pussy beautifully.

Terra stared at herself in the living mirror and felt sexy and hot.

The outfit reminded her faintly of something she might once have worn at the Doll House, but there was an enormous difference. Those costumes had been like armor—they were purely about her performance. They were something she put on because men paid to look at a version of Terra that didn’t really exist.

This felt different—classier, somehow, despite showing considerably more skin than most of her old stage outfits. Because she had chosen it for one man—her husband.

Terra smiled at her reflection. Then she took a breath and stepped through the vines back into the bedroom. Taurex was standing near the enormous window with his back to her, looking out over the glowing forest.

“Baby?” she said.

He turned around and his eyes went wide.