Don’t Cry
DON’T CRY
“There, now no one else can ever hurt you again,” I said gently, a tender smile softly spreading across my lips as I stepped back, gazing at the scars.
They ran in perfect, unforgiving lines across her inner thigh—eight deep, jagged reminders of battles she never chose to fight. A silent testament to the pain she carried within.
A sorrow so deep I could feel it in my bones—an ache that Lilly would carry with her always.
She wept softly, as if I was the one who had inflicted those wounds, tears falling like silent confessions.
But I didn’t do this—he did. That man. The one who shattered her soul and raped her.
I never wanted her to cry. All I longed for was to see her feel good again, to feel whole and alive.
There was a need for her to be my Lilly—my radiant spirit, glowing with smiles and laughter, free from pain.
I approached her again, my heart pounding with desperation, my eyes fixed on her quivering lips tinged blue from the cold.
I tilted my head, to really see her—to understand the hurt hidden beneath her gaze.
Her blonde hair was soaked with sweat, curling tenderly at the ends, and her nose was red from the cold.
She looked at me with such vulnerability—a soft plea that I couldn’t quite grasp, a silent cry for help I was failing to reach.
“I promise, I’ll take care of you,” I whispered. My lips pressed gently against her forehead, a silent vow, an attempt to hold onto her fragile hope.
Her sobs grew louder, each one searing into my soul, as if my touch was causing her pain, and that tore me apart inside.
It was the last thing I ever wanted. I moved slowly, kissing her cheek in tender, meaningful patterns—each lingering touch seeking to convey the depth of my love.
Her breath hitched, her eyes widened with sudden shock when my lips finally pressed to hers.
It was reminiscent of our first time—a moment frozen in time, full of longing and unspoken promises.
Gently, I cupped the back of her head, turning her face towards me, my lips coaxing her open, allowing myself to taste her, to feel her.
An intense need ignited within me—to spend every remaining moment showing her how much I loved her, how deeply I wanted to shield her from pain and fill her with hope.
I pulled back slightly, searching her eyes, only to be met with confusion and worry—classic Lilly, always so burdened by everything, even in her most vulnerable moments.
And still, all I could do was hold onto her, praying that somehow, in my embrace, I could bring her peace, even if just for a little while longer.
Layering gentle kisses along her chin and trailing down her neck, I eagerly grasped at her shirt collar.
The fabric strained before tearing apart in my hands, as if it couldn’t hold back the intensity of what we were feeling.
Her body trembled beneath the cool air, a tear escaped her eye, tracing a delicate path down to her breast, and I followed its journey with a mixture of longing and heartbreak.
“Charlie, please,” she begged through her tears, her voice coated in a hollow plea as more tears spilled over, shimmering like shattered glass.
I understand, my love, I’ll do anything to take away your pain, to end your suffering—my heart pounded as I gazed at her. I can be the healing force you so desperately need.
My fingertips gently caressed her collarbone, every touch igniting a passion beneath my skin. Lips pressed fervently against her sweat-soaked skin, melting into a feverish heat, yearning to erase her pain and fill her with unspoken desire.
My hand drifted over her nipples, teasing and coaxing with tenderness, as I pressed my lips along her torso, each kiss a silent plea to soothe and possess her completely.
I eagerly wrapped my tongue around her breast, savoring the silky, tender flesh as I gently pulled it into my mouth. With every delicate kiss, I sought to awaken her deepest desires, coaxing her body to surrender to the seductive rhythm of my touch.
A gentle moan escaped her exquisitely angelic lips, igniting something deep within me that I couldn't ignore. With an urgent longing, my hand stretched across her stomach, driven by the fear that if I hesitated even for a second, I might lose this precious, fleeting moment forever.
There between her legs I found the soft delicate skin of her pussy and a groan of approval escaped my lips as my tongue battered against her nipple.
Her body recoiled from my touch, twisting away as if burned by a fierce, unyielding flame that threatened to consume her.
The sight ignited an intense longing within me, a hunger that clawed at my soul—like a starving dog yearning for just a piece of kindness, craving the tiniest flicker of connection in the chaos of her resistance.
My finger found purchase on her clitoris and she whimpered with the pain. The most intoxicating sound.
I rolled her clitoris between my thumb and forefinger, teasing it gently in time with the soft pulls of my teeth scraping against her breast. Working her clitoris over I heard soft please from her lips.
“Charlie,” her voice a mixture of curses and praises, a reckless passion spilling from her lips as if she were the very fire she could never quite tame.