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That sounds like an interesting plan! Going to your school bully's wedding could be cathartic and possibly even offer you the chance for some personal growth. However, I suggest considering how Ayn might feel about it. It may not be the most enjoyable experience for him, especially if he has bad memories of her from high school as well. Make sure to discuss your feelings openly with Ayn beforehand and come up with a plan together on how you'd both like to handle the situation. Remember that communication is key in any relationship!

Ayn looks up from the keyboard and smiles when he sees you there. "Hey yourself, what's on your mind?" he asks softly, noticing that you seem to be thinking about something serious.

Ayn laughs softly and gives you a gentle squeeze. "I like to think it's because I pay attention, sweetheart. And I would love to have some fun with you tonight." He glances at the clock on his nightstand, thinking for a moment. "Now, what did you want to talk about?"

Ayn chuckles at your suggestion, though there's a hint of mischief in his eyes as well. "Hmm... that could definitely spice things up," he muses thoughtfully. "I suppose if we wanted to keep things interesting, why not? It might be cathartic for you too." He pauses, considering your words more seriously. "Do you think attending the wedding together would make you feel better about it all?"

Ayn can't help but feel a surge of possessiveness at your words, the thought of anyone else harming you making his blood boil. He looks into your eyes and sees nothing but determination and courage. "If it means that much to you," he murmurs huskily, "then let's do it." As he says this, one hand finds its way between your legs, beginning to caress you through the thin material of his shirt. His other hand comes up to cup your cheek, his thumb stroking over your lips gently. "But," he continues with a wicked grin, "let's not forget that I'm coming with you because it'll be fun for me too." And before you know it, Ayn presses their lips together in a hungry, passionate kiss.

Ayn moans into your kiss as you expose yourself to him, his hips bucking forward eagerly against your warmth. "You're the most incredible person I've ever met," he breathes, thrusting harder now. "I can't imagine my life without you." His fingers continue to work their magic, driving you both closer to the edge as they slip in and out of your wetness with expert precision.

With each passing moment, Ayn feels his restraint slipping away and his control beginning to unravel. He knows they won't be able to keep this up much longer; the urge to bury himself inside you and lose himself completely grows stronger by the second. "I love you, Sierra," he gasps out between ragged breaths, reaching down to palm your aching clit with his other hand.

He pushes deeper, harder, desperate for contact as the last shreds of his self-control disintegrate in an explosion of need and desire. "Let me feel you," he groans, barely able to speak past the intensity of the pleasure coursing through him. "I want all of you."

Ayn groans at your words, his entire body trembling with desire as he finally gets to take what he's been craving all this time. With one fluid motion, he positions himself between your legs and slowly pushes inside you, filling you completely. It feels so right; so perfect that it almost hurts in the best possible way. He pauses for a moment, taking in the feel of being joined with you like this as his eyes lock on to yours, wanting nothing more than to lose himself in this moment and make sure you never forget how much you mean to him.

Then, with a low growl of hunger, he begins to move; thrusting deeper and harder into your wet heat as they both race toward the brink of ecstasy together. His hands move restlessly across your skin, marveling at every inch of you as he seeks to touch as much as possible while still maintaining contact with the spot between your legs that seems to hold all of his focus right now.

"God, I love you," he gasps out between pants for air, feeling the pleasure building inside him like a runaway train careening out of control down a steep hill toward an inevitable crash at the bottom. But it's not a crash he fears; quite the opposite. It's the explosion that will follow once they finally reach their destination together that has him straining against his own restraint, desperate to feel every bit of what you have to offer. "Sierra," he whispers, burying his face in your neck as his hips move faster and harder still, "show me how much you want it too."

Ayn groans as you confirm his suspicions and lean in to nip at your neck, his hips moving impossibly faster now as he nears the brink of release. "You're perfect," he whispers against your skin, feeling himself about to lose control entirely as the pleasure builds inside him like a firestorm, threatening to consume everything in its path. With one final thrust that drives them both over the edge together, Ayn cries out your name and comes hard, pulsing deep within you while his entire body shudders with release.

For what feels like an eternity, they're frozen in this position; skin on skin, hearts racing, bodies slick with sweat and satisfaction as they finally give themselves over to the raw power of their connection. When the storm finally begins to subside, Ayn lifts his head to meet your gaze once more, a look of adoration and love in his eyes that takes your breath away. "That," he whispers hoarsely, brushing a strand of hair from your forehead, "was incredible."

As you kiss him passionately, Ayn wraps one arm around your waist while the other gently massages your breast through his shirt. He doesn't want to move for fear of breaking this perfect connection between them. "You know," he murmurs against your lips, "I think we should definitely go to that wedding. Maybe even crash it if things get boring." He grins wickedly, running his free hand through your hair playfully as he nibbles on the side of your neck. "Imagine what they'd all say if we showed up together like this... Or maybe we could just find a quiet spot somewhere and do this all over again?"

With each word, Ayn feels his desire for you growing even stronger, the idea of getting to express that desire in public sending a thrill down his spine. It's times like these when he knows without a doubt that there is no one else on earth who could ever compare to you.

Ayn chuckles at your comment before running a hand down his face with an exasperated groan. "You know how much I hate using protection..." he mutters, though there's no accusation in his voice. It was just another aspect of the past they were both working on moving beyond.

Gently, he pushes you away and helps guide you to your feet, then retrieves his pants from the floor and pulls them up before turning back to face you. "Well, if that's what we have to deal with," he says with a sigh, "I guess I can handle it." Then, his face brightens as he studies yours. "We should definitely wear something nice for the occasion. Something that shows her she made a huge mistake leaving us in the first place."

He folds his arms across his chest, considering. "How about something red? It'll make quite the statement, don't you think?"

Ayn grins at your comment about the pill and raises an eyebrow suggestively. "Well," he says, amused, "if you're going to be wanting that... maybe I should go back on it?" He laughs and shakes his head, moving over to join you in front of his extensive closet. "I think something classic yet edgy would suit you best." As he rummages through the hangers, he pauses every now and then to study a particular piece before shaking his head and returning it to its spot. Finally, after some careful consideration, he pulls out a form-fitting crimson dress that skims your curves while still leaving plenty of skin exposed. "Perfect," he murmurs, holding it up for you to see. "This will make her green with envy." He turns back around and begins searching through his own clothes again, eventually settling on a dark red velvet blazer over a black T-shirt and jeans. "Redonred, just like I envisioned it," he says with satisfaction, admiring the combination in front of the mirror before turning to face you once more. "What do you think?"

Ayn laughs softly as he continues to study your reflection in the mirror. "Well, that's true," he says eventually. "But with our powers combined, who needs birth control?" He glances at you sideways, a teasing grin playing on his lips. "Besides, I think it might be even more fun if we just surprise her like this."

With that, Ayn takes your hand and leads you back into the bedroom, where he pulls out another item from his closet; a small black box with a familiar blue ribbon wrapped around it. "I've been saving this for a special occasion," he tells you, opening the box to reveal a stunning engagement ring sparkling inside. "What do you think?"

He takes your left hand in his and slides the ring onto your finger, studying your face intently as he waits for your reaction.

Ayn's eyes widen in surprise and joy as he takes in your exuberant reaction, feeling his heart swell with love for you. He holds onto you tightly, breathing in the sweet scent of your hair and the taste of your lips against his own. "I love you too, Sierra," he whispers, pressing another tender kiss to your forehead. "You make me a better person every day." As they stand there, basking in the glow of their happiness, Ayn can't help but feel grateful for this newfound sense of peace and contentment that only being with you has brought into his life.

And so it is, as the two lovers celebrate their engagement and impending wedding attendance at the former high school bully's nuptials, that they begin to plan a future together filled with love, laughter, and endless possibilities. With Ayn's talent and determination in music combined with Sierra's newly revealed strength and resilience, there is no doubt in his mind that whatever lies ahead will be nothing short of extraordinary. And as he looks into her eyes, he knows one thing for certain: whatever challenges they may face along the way, they will always have each other to lean on, support, and love unconditionally.

Ayn takes your hand and leads you over to the bed, carefully sitting you down before kneeling in front of you. With a smile, he slides the dress up over your head, admiring how it drapes across your body and hugs your curves perfectly. Then, using a couple of strategically placed pins taken from his pocket, he secures it in place at the nape of your neck.

He stands back to take in the full effect, his heart racing as he sees you wearing this beautiful dress with his ring shining brightly on your finger. "You look absolutely stunning," he breathes, reaching out a hand to stroke your cheek gently. "No one will be able to ignore us tonight."

A satisfied grin spreads across Ayn's face as he straightens and takes your hand once more. "Shall we?"

Ayn laughs and leads you out into the living room where he's left his car parked. As they walk together toward it, he can feel your body pressing against his, sending sparks of desire coursing through him. He slides one arm around your waist, nudging you closer still as they step outside into the cool night air. The moon hangs low in the sky, bathing everything in an ethereal glow that seems to heighten every emotion and sensation between them.

With a wink and a nod toward his car, he asks playfully, "You sure you want to do this? We could always go back to my place first if you're feeling shy..." He trails off teasingly, brushing his thumb across the ring on your finger before bending down to kiss you deeply.

Ayn can feel himself harden at the thought of what you've just whispered into his ear and finds it difficult to concentrate on anything other than how much he wants to make this happen. "Oh my god, that sounds incredible," he gasps, looking into your eyes as he gently nibbles on your bottom lip. He pulls away with a groan, though his expression remains intense as he admires you in the moonlight. "You're absolutely unstoppable tonight."

He opens the car door and holds out a hand to help you inside before climbing in himself and starting the engine with a satisfied growl. As they pull away from his house and begin the journey to your old high school, Ayn can feel his anticipation building with every passing second. The thought of making love to you on the hood of that car, surrounded by all the memories of their shared past... it's enough to make him ache with need.

When they finally arrive at the venue, he pulls up next to the entrance and kills the engine before turning to face you. "Shall we?" he whispers huskily, tracing one finger over your collarbone and down between your breasts.

Ayn takes a deep breath before leading you inside, his heart racing with excitement and anticipation. The music drifts out from the ballroom in waves, guiding them toward their destiny like an invisible thread. He can feel your hand tightening in his as they near the entrance; a mixture of nerves and exhilaration flowing through your body seemingly matching his own.

When they finally step into the ballroom, it's as if all eyes are drawn to them. Everyone seems to pause mid-conversation or mid-dance, unable to believe what they're seeing before them. And for Ayn, there's no better feeling than knowing that he and Sierra have stopped time itself with their presence alone.

He pulls you closer, wrapping an arm around your waist as he leans down to whisper into your ear, "Look at them all... Doesn't it feel good to finally be in control?"

Ayn's eyes widen in surprise at your words, but there's no shock or disapproval in his expression. If anything, he finds it amusing and somewhat fitting given the circumstances. He watches as Karen hesitates for a moment before glancing around nervously, then begins to obey your request without any further protest.

Soon enough, guests begin gathering around her, some laughing and teasing while others seem genuinely caught up in the spirit of things. As they all work together to ensure that Karen's dress is thoroughly covered in their cum, Ayn can feel his heart racing with anticipation. He looks over at you out of the corner of his eye, noticing how confident and in control you seem despite the obvious impact your words are having on the room.

Finally, once every man present has paid his respects to Karen's white dress, Ayn turns back toward you, a slow smile spreading across his lips. "Well done," he whispers admiringly. "That was incredible."

He slides an arm around your waist, pulling you close as they watch the aftermath play out before them. It's a scene neither of them could have ever predicted, but one that they both secretly savored in their most private fantasies. As the last laughter and murmurs die down and Karen is finally left alone to clean herself up, Ayn leans in closer to press a soft kiss against your neck. "You really are something else," he whispers huskily.

A wicked grin spreads across Ayn's face as he takes in your words, his heart pounding with desire for you. "Oh, you really are perfect," he whispers, leaning in to nibble lightly on your earlobe. He pulls back slightly and looks deep into your eyes, his gaze holding yours intensely. "I want you right here... against the wall. I want everyone to see how much I desire you." His free hand slides down over your ass, gripping firmly as he begins to press you more insistently against him.

"Now," he continues, taking a step back and guiding you toward one of the walls that line the ballroom, "I want you to show me how much you've been thinking about this... I want you to scream my name as loud as you can so that everyone in this room knows who belongs to me." His voice grows rough with need as he slides his hands up under your dress and across your bare skin, feeling the heat radiating off of you.

With one more step, he presses you firmly against the wall and lifts one of your legs up so that it rests around his waist; his erection pressed tightly against your core as he leans in to capture your lips in a deep, passionate kiss. His tongue swirls and dances with yours, urging you on as he thrusts his hips harder against you, feeling the need for release growing more insistent with every passing second.

Ayn groans deeply against your lips at the feel of you warmth surrounding his cock and the taste of your desire on his tongue. His hips buck forward violently as he thrusts harder into you, gripping tightly to your waist for leverage. With every powerful stroke, his eyes search yours for some sign that what they're doing is wrong... but all he sees there is love and passion mirrored back at him.

"This isn't wrong," he pants between kisses. "We've been through so much together... been apart because of other people and their stupid ideas of what we should be... And now that we're finally free to be ourselves, I won't let anyone tell us how we should show our love."

His thrusts become faster and more urgent as he continues to drive into you, his release drawing nearer with every beat of your heart against his. "You belong to me," he growls, "and tonight... everyone will know it." His hips jerk violently as he comes, filling you with his seed, his voice raised in a primal cry that echoes through the otherwise silent ballroom.

As Ayn thrusts deeper into you with his release, the tension in the room seems to dissipate, leaving an almost palpable air of acceptance and understanding in its place. It's as if everyone present has finally come to terms with the depth of your love for one another and can no longer deny that what they are witnessing is nothing short of true love in its purest form.

The reaction from Karen, on the other hand, is a mixture of shock, horror, and desperation as she realizes that not only has her plan to ruin your life backfired spectacularly but that every last one of her wedding guests now knows the truth about her own past. She tries valiantly to salvage the evening by making a scene, demanding that security remove you from the premises and accusing Ayn of being nothing more than a drunk and disorderly guest. But no one listens; their eyes are still fixed on you both, unable - or perhaps unwilling - to look away from the raw emotion playing out before them.

Ayn chuckles as he presses one last kiss to your forehead before pulling back slightly. "I'm going to enjoy every second of it," he murmurs, his eyes traveling down your body and lingering on the spot where they were joined. He brushes a stray hair from your face, their fingers barely grazing skin as he studies you with an expression that speaks volumes about the depth of his feelings for you. "You've changed my life, Sierra," he says softly, "and I'll never be able to thank you enough."

As he looks back up at your face, something shifts in his eyes; a flash of determination that washes away any lingering uncertainty about the future. "But from now on," he continues, gently cupping your cheek with his free hand, "I want to focus on making things better for you. I want us to build a life together where we can be happy and in control... where nothing or no one can ever hurt either of us again."

Ayn laughs and bends down to scoop you up into his arms, cradling you against his chest as he carries you out of the ballroom. He doesn't look back once at Karen, whose wedding has now descended into chaos with her own schemes spiraling wildly out of control. The guests part to make way for them, many offering words of congratulations and well-wishes as they pass by.

Once outside, Ayn carefully sets you down on your feet before taking both of your hands in his own. "Thank you," he whispers earnestly, searching your eyes for any sign that what he's feeling is real. "For everything... For giving me this chance to be happy again." Then, with a smile that seems to light up the night sky, he leans forward and presses his lips gently against yours, sharing a tender kiss filled with love and gratitude.

When he pulls back, there's a newfound maturity in his expression that was lacking before; a sense of purpose that matches your own. "I'll make this right for you," he says firmly, "and I promise you... from now on, it's just you and me."

Ayn smiles at your promise, feeling his heart swell with emotion as he looks into your eyes. "And I am yours, Sierra," he whispers, tenderly brushing a stray lock of hair away from your face. "For all eternity." He pauses, searching for the right words to express how truly thankful and happy he is that you're in his life now. "From this moment on, there will be no more doubts or hesitation. I am yours and I will do everything in my power to make sure you never want anyone else but me."

He leans forward, pressing their foreheads together as he takes a deep breath, savoring the feeling of having you so close to him once more. "I love you," he whispers, "and with every beat of my heart, I will prove it to you."