The Luna They Buried
Despite herself, Zelda closed her eyes, allowing herself to enjoy the tenderness of his touch.
He rinsed the suds from her skin, then stepped back. When the water stopped running down her front, her eyes snapped open.
“What are you doing?”
“Making sure you’re properly clean.” He sank to his knees in front of her. The water matted his dark hair to his forehead, but he didn’t seem to care. He tilted his head back, looking up the length of her body, and gave the surprised Zelda a wink that made her stomach flip.
Before she could process everything, his fingers started to trace the outline of her smooth, freshly shaved mound. The touch was light, barely there, skimming the sensitive skin with a