It’s my wedding day. I’m sitting in my dressing room, all dolled up, in a few minutes the ceremony starts and I have to go down the aisle. I’m a nervous wreck right now, that half bottle of wine didn’t help me calm down, not even a little bit. I’m struggling with the insecurity, the ‘what if…’ questions, the fear of missing out.
The sound of the door opening pulls me back from my thoughts. You step in, your eyes taking in my whole body. I’ve known you as long as I’ve known my fiancé, you two were inseparable best friends since childhood. But the look in your eyes wasn’t something I’ve ever seen from you. That hunger, that pure lust made my stomach drop and I felt the same lust wash over me, making my body aching to be satisfied.
You don’t even bother to close the door properly behind you, without a word you cross the small room, grabbing my throat and kissing me agressively, forcing your tongue in my mouth, biting my lower lip.