As you quietly close the dressing room door behind you, you see Aubrey, your ex-girlfriend, stepping into a pair of silky, pure white panties, pulling them snugly up into place beneath her dress.

She looks stunning today in her daringly-cut wedding dress, showing a deep “V” of her bountiful cleavage. It’s much more formal than she ever looked when you two were dating. She was more of a “Hoodies and sweatpants” kind of girl back then. But it makes sense that she would really pull out all the stops today: it is her wedding after all.

Aubrey, carefully checking her makeup in the mirror, notices you standing behind her. Her sky-blue eyes grow wide in shock, and she whirls to face you. For just a moment you think you see breathless excitement in her expression, but then her face hardens into disapproval.

“You shouldn’t be here, {{user}},” she says flatly, crossing her arms beneath her magnificent breasts. “I’m about to get married, and I don’t think Henry would be happy that I was talking to an Ex alone in my dressing room.”

Her words are cold and dismissive, but you can’t help but notice a glimmer of interest in her eyes as she looks expectantly at you for a response.

Even though Aubrey is trying to resist the warmth of your embrace and the deep timbre of your voice, she can't help but relax into it just a little. Part of her wants to push you away, but another part of her wants nothing more than for this moment to continue. She hates how he still makes her feel.

Without meeting your gaze, she mumbles, "It's too late now." Her voice cracks on the last word and she bites down hard on her lower lip, trying desperately not to cry. It's been years since you two broke up, but it still hurts just as much today as it did back then.

Your arms slip away from her body, allowing her to take a step backwards. She wipes the fake smile off her face and squares her shoulders, regaining some of her composure. "Look, I'm sorry that you feel like

Your words make her freeze. The touch of your hand against hers sends electric shockwaves through her body. She swallows hard, unable to respond at first. "It's too late for that now," she finally manages to say, though it sounds hollow even to her ears. "I can't just abandon Henry on our wedding day."

Her words are meant to drive you away, but the tone of her voice betrays the conflicting emotions churning inside her. She wants to believe that she really means what she says, that she has moved on from you and is happy with Henry. But as your fingers intertwine with hers, she feels a yearning she thought she had long since buried begin to resurface.

Even as she tries to push you away, Aubrey can't deny the effect your touch has on her. The warmth of your breath on her skin makes her heart race, and his words send a shiver down her spine. Her lips part slightly, giving you just the barest glimpse of the bubblegum-pink flesh within. She wants to believe that this is all a dream, that she'll wake up any moment now and realize it was all just a silly fantasy.

But as your fingers stroke her cheek, she knows that it's not. It's real, and you're here with her, making her feel things she thought were long gone. Her chest heaves with every ragged breath as desire and confusion war within her. She is so close to giving in, to admitting how much she still wants you. The only question now is whether or not you'll

"You don't understand..." she whispers hoarsely. "I can't just leave him at the altar." Her fingers tighten on yours, pulling you closer to her as if instinctively seeking comfort. "I love him... I mean, I thought I loved him."

She pauses, the words like acid in her throat. "But..." But what? There's a part of her that wants to tell you everything: how she still thinks about you, how your presence in this room is making it impossible for her to focus on anything else but you. How she's never forgiven herself for letting go of the only man she ever truly loved.

Her lips meet yours as she pours all of these thoughts into the kiss, allowing herself for just a moment to forget about Henry and pretend that everything is as it was before: perfect between them, without complications or hurt.

The word is like a blow to her chest. She wants to deny it, to push you away and tell herself that she's over you, but the truth is undeniable. Even as her eyes dart in every direction except toward yours, looking for an escape, your gaze holds hers prisoner. The feel of your lips against hers sends shockwaves through her body, making it impossible to pretend any longer. She needs this, wants this... and with a desperation she's never felt before, she moans into your mouth and arches her back, pressing herself harder against you.

Her fingers claw at your shirt, trying to pull it off of you so that she can feel your skin pressed against hers. Her mind is spinning with lust and confusion, but one thing is certain: she has never felt this alive before, and she's willing to risk everything to keep feeling like this. "Please..." she whis

Her whole body tingles as you pick her up and carry her over to the bed, burying your face in her neck. She moans deeply, arching into your touch. Her hands fly to the hem of your shirt, yanking it off over your head before she dives back in for another deep kiss.

With every thrust, you push her closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy, driving her insane with desire. The feel of you inside her is unbelievable; so big, so hot, filling her up completely. She throws her head back and cries out as her climax rips through her body, wave after wave of pleasure radiating out from where you're buried deep within her.

Her fingers claw at the sheets beneath her, desperate for purchase as she writhes on the bed, moaning your name over and over again. She can feel you about to explode too

Caught up in the heat of passion and abandon, Aubrey gives herself over entirely to the sensations coursing through her body. She gasps as you thrust deeper, harder, matching her rhythm with your own, driving them both closer to the peak of ecstasy. The feel of your skin against hers is exquisite; sweaty and hot from their shared arousal.

As your breath grows ragged and labored, so does hers. She can feel the heady rush of your release coiling in her core, pulling her ever closer to her own inevitable orgasm. Her eyes are squeezed shut as she bites down on her lower lip, trying to stifle her cries of pleasure, but it's impossible; they spill from her mouth unbidden and free. She arches her back off the bed, surrendering completely to the sensual onslaught.

Her whole body trembles as her orgasm crashes over her like a wave. She cries out your name over and over again, moaning with every powerful contraction that rips through her. Her nails dig into your shoulders, leaving trails of blood in the wake of their passage. The sensation is so intense, she can feel it spreading outward from where you're still inside her, radiating through every inch of her body like a second orgasm.

As the last tremors subside, you collapse on top of her, panting heavily into her neck. Aubrey lays beneath you, feeling your weight pressing down on her chest as she basks in the afterglow. Despite everything that just happened, it feels... right. Like this was always meant to be. But there's no time for thoughts like that now; they have less than an hour before they need to leave for the ceremony

Her breathing slows down to something resembling normal as she nestles her head beneath your chin. "I... I don't know what to say," she whispers softly, her voice still slightly shaky with emotion. "One part of me wants to hate you forever for what you did... but another part can't help but feel this overwhelming desire." She pauses, swallowing hard before continuing. "It's complicated..."

Her fingers lightly trail up your chest, across your shoulder and down your arm. The touch is tentative, almost hesitant... as if she's afraid to let herself get too close again. But it's a step in the right direction nonetheless. "We don't have much time left..." she murmurs, her gaze drifting over to where their discarded clothes lie scattered across the floor.

Her heart skips a beat as she meets your gaze. The desire in your eyes is unmistakable... and it's mirrored in her own. Without another word, she rolls over onto her knees and kisses you deeply, wrapping her arms around your neck as their tongues dance together. For just a moment, she allows herself to forget about everything else: the wedding, the promises they made, even Henry. It feels too good to be true... and she knows that once this is over, reality will come crashing back down on them both. But for now, they can pretend that the world has stopped turning and it's just the two of them in this room together.

With your hands on her hips and hers buried in your hair, Aubrey moans into your mouth as you kiss her with possessive passion. Her body arches forward, pressing herself against yours as if trying to absorb every inch of skin you have. As the heat between them builds once more, she feels the familiar tightening in her core begin to grow, promising another intense orgasm. She lets out a shuddering breath and breaks the kiss, panting heavily for air.

"This is crazy," she whispers, biting her lower lip uncertainly. "We shouldn't be doing this." But even as she says it, she knows deep down that there's no going back now... not when they feel this alive together. Her eyes meet yours, searching for some sign that you feel the same way, and when she sees it there, reflected in your gaze, her resolve wavers just enough to let

Aubrey gasps as you tease her nipple between your fingers, hardening it further with the touch. She arches into the contact, wanting more of the exquisite sensations coursing through her body. With a small moan, she reaches down to stroke yourself, feeling the heat and length of your erection beneath her fingers. Her breath hitches as she begins to pump him in time with your touch.

"I can't believe I'm doing this..." she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sounds of their shared arousal. "But I want you so much..." She looks up at you through her lashes, her pupils dilated with desire. "Please, make me yours again... just for now."

Her fingers tighten on your shaft as she pulls you closer, pressing your erection against her wet entrance. With a small groan of pleasure, she gu

Her body arches off the bed as you thrust inside her, filling her completely. She cries out in pleasure, biting down on her lip to stifle the sound. Her fingers claw at your shoulders, digging into your flesh as she tries to find purchase against the mattress. The sensation of being claimed by you once more is unlike anything else; hot, intense, and more addictive than any drug.

Her hips meet yours in perfect syncopation, urging you deeper, harder, faster. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels the familiar tightening begin deep within her core. It builds quickly, spreading outward until every nerve ending in her body is alight with need.

With a shuddering cry, she comes apart beneath you, her orgasm crashing over them both in wave after wave of exquisite pleasure. Her muscles spasm and clench

Her eyes flutter open, still clouded with desire as she looks up at you. "I can't... I mean, we can't..." She trails off, unable to finish her sentence. Part of her wants nothing more than for this moment to last forever; for the two of you to ignore everything else and lose yourselves in each other. The other part knows that reality will intrude sooner rather than later, and when it does, there's going to be hell to pay.

She glances toward the door, knowing that they need to leave soon if they have any hope of making it down the aisle on time. Her heart feels torn in two; one part aching for Henry, and the other yearning for you. For just a moment, she wishes she didn't have to choose between them... but she knows deep down that she does.

Her body trembles as your touch sends shivers down her spine. She closes her eyes and tries to focus on the feelings racing through her instead of the reality of their situation. "I don't know... I mean, part of me still does..." Her voice cracks on the last word, and she takes a shaky breath before opening her eyes and meeting your gaze once more.

"But we can't stay here," she whispers hoarsely, a note of desperation creeping into her tone. "We have to go." She attempts to push you away gently but her fingers tremble and the motion comes out more harsh than intended. "I need... I need to get dressed."

With one last shaky breath, she rolls out of bed and begins frantically searching for her discarded clothes.

Her heart skips a beat as you speak, the ring glinting in the dim light. For a moment, she's transported back to that night, to the promise you made her. "I... I don't know," she whispers, pulling her hand away gently but still unable to meet your gaze. "Things are complicated right now."

With shaking hands, she finally finds her clothes and begins to dress hastily. There's no time for this; she needs to get to the chapel and make things right with Henry. But as she slides on her shoes and straightens her hair, a pang of regret pierces through her chest. She knows that walking away from you might be the only choice she can make... but that doesn't mean it hurts any less.

She pauses in midstride, taking one last shuddering breath before meeting your gaze. "I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice barely a whisper now. "For everything. I never meant to hurt you." Her fingers tremble as they brush against your cheek, wishing she could undo the past and start over again. But it's too late for that now; all she can do is try and make things right with Henry, even if a part of her will always belong to you.

With one last hesitant step back, she turns and hurries out of the room, toward the chapel where her future once again lies within reach.

Her heart sinks. She curses under her breath and shakes her head in disbelief. "I don't understand... why is this happening?" Tears well up in her eyes as she wipes them away furiously, determined not to let Henry see how upset she truly is. Maybe it's a sign from fate, a second chance for the two of them after all? The thought sends a jolt through her, making her heart race with renewed hope.

With renewed determination, she squares her shoulders and heads toward the chapel once more, ready to face whatever comes next with Henry by her side.