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“Turn the fuck around,princess.”

I giggle.

That's my Nero.

I turn my back to him, holding my knees against my chest. I gasp when I feel warm water sluicing over my head, down my back. When I start to turn again, he stops me with a firm hand.

“Let me do this.”

More water pours over my hair, his strong hands combing through it and pulling it behind me. He says nothing, just tilts my head back, pouring even more water on my hair.

“Nero, what are you…”

I grin when I hear shampoo being squirted into his palms. His hands work the suds into my blonde locks. His fingers massage my scalp, lathering every strand as I close my eyes and sigh contentedly, sinking back against his chest.

He rinses my hair, then does the whole thing again with the conditioner before rinsing it again. Then he soaps and cleans my body, inch by inch, moving with a tenderness I didn’t know he was capable of.

“Lie back,” he growls, pulling me into his chest. He reaches past me, pulls my legs out of the water, and sets my heels on the edge of the clawfoot tub.

“What are you doing?” I murmur lazily.

“This.”

My eyes open in surprise. He's lathering my legs with shaving cream.

My head twists to look at him. “You’re not seriously going to?—”

“Would you like me to?”

I chew on my lip, locking my eyes with his.

“And more importantly,” he murmurs. “Do youtrustme to?”

I frown, like I’m thinking. But it’s really just to fuck with him. Then I giggle and twist my face up to his, kissing him softly. “The answer is yes, andyes,” I murmur.

Then I lie back against his chest and watch as quite possibly the most savage, feral, violent man I’ve ever met slowly and methodically shaves every inch of my legs without nicking me once. Stroke by stroke, he cleans the lather and the stubble from my legs, until they’re baby smooth.

“Lift your arms.”

I’m too stunned to even protest as he lathers my armpits and slowly shaves those as well, calmly and methodically.

“Stand up,” he murmurs into my ear.

Yep,stilltoo stunned and way too pampered to have a thing to say about any of this. I stand and let him spin me around, settling my butt on the edge of the tub.

“Spread your legs.”

I gape at him.

“Nero—”

“Spread your fucking legs, princess.”

I obey in a daze, watching him through a fog of desire and need and love as he moves between them. I shiver when he smooths the shaving cream over my pussy, and tense up as he brings the razor close. Then he cleanly and slowly takes the first stroke.

After that, there’s no nerves at all. I just sit there, watching as he cleans away all the hair, running the razor over me until every inch of my most private place is smooth as silk.

Nero’s eyes darken with hunger as he pours water over my pussy, washing away the last bits of shaving cream. I bite back a whimper, waiting for his tongue as he leans close.