Bab 129: R18 From Scars to Stars

Kelly closes her eyes and softly whispers, "After what Viktor has done, I'm not sure if my body is still capable of accepting love. I'm afraid."

"I will be gentle," I whisper back.

In the tender glow of moonlight, she lies unveiled. Each curve of her form is like a gentle stroke from nature's brush. Her skin, kissed by the moon, shimmers softly. Every scar and mark is a chapter, a memory, adding depth to her story. The rise and fall of her chest is the rhythm of her soul, strong and nurturing. Her hips, those gentle curves, whisper tales of love and life.

Her hair, draped around her, is like a river's gentle flow, narrating tales of passion and spirit. The moonlight on her eyes hints at dreams and mysteries deep within.

Drawing closer, I whisper, "Kelly, I want you to understand how beautiful you are, inside and out."