The morning of our wedding dawned soft and golden over the cliffside villa, the ocean stretching endlessly below like a promise neither of us had broken.
I stood in front of the full-length mirror in the master suite, wearing the sleek ivory gown we had chosen together. The backless design dipped low, the silk whispering against my skin with every breath. My hair was loosely pinned, a few dark strands framing my face. No veil. No heavy makeup. Just me.
John’s shirt from the night before still lay crumpled on the bed, smelling of his skin and the s*x we had shared until dawn. My body still carried the pleasant ache of him - the faint marks on my hips, the tenderness between my thighs, the memory of his c*m leaking out of me as I drifted off in his arms.
A soft knock sounded. The door ope
