Hana's hands found the shower rod above her head, gripping it tightly as the razor made its first pass.
The scrape of metal against skin. The tickle of foam sliding down her inner thighs. Raven's breath hot against her most intimate area.
It was the most erotic thing she'd ever experienced.
He worked methodically, carefully removing every strand of hair. Along her outer lips. The mound above. Even—god help her—the thin strip that ran down toward her asshole.
"Lift your leg," he commanded, tapping her thigh.
Hana lifted her right leg, bending it at the knee and propping her foot on the small ledge inside the shower. The position spread her pussy wide open, exposing everything.
Raven made a few more careful passes with the razor, cleaning up the last stubborn hairs. When he finally sat back to admire his work, Hana was completely bare—not a single hair remaining.
His finger traced her now-smooth lips, and Hana bit down on her own hand to keep from moaning.
