Here is the Prologue of Forever Consumed. It is unedited and still in its first draft form. It may change between now and its release.
This prologue isn’t anything new. We are aware Seth and Olivia get married, but here is a tiny little insight into that special day. :)
Prologue - Olivia
He holds my body tightly against his. His fingers are splayed on the small of my back and I swear I can feel his skin burn through my dress as I try my best not to melt in his hands. We dance, slowly. We’ve been dancing this way for what seems like hours. I sigh in his arms and lean more of my weight against him. I had dreams of how my wedding would go as a child, but this surpasses it. Seth surpasses all of my wildest dreams and fantasies. Underneath my ear, I hear his heart beat in even, spellbinding rhythms through his crisp suit and the sweat on the palm of his hand mixes with mine.
He is my Seth.
When I met Seth, I never imagined our life twisting together in such a way. I wanted him. I wanted to taste him, to touch him. It was pure sexual attraction… until something changed. We connected, and once our souls touched, they refused to let go. Now we’re here, standing underneath the prettiest crystal Elise chandelier I have ever seen as husband and wife, dancing to slow songs I’ve never heard before. Our mothers played the biggest part in organizing our wedding. Seth and I were willing to have a small wedding, hell, even eloping in Vegas was an option at one point, but our parents refused, both claiming we needed something memorable. I didn’t need extravagance to make it memorable, Seth was enough, yet, here we stand after having caved to our mothers’ wishes. They got what they wanted—extravagance, elegance and every family member we have all lumped into the one room in their finest clothes to watch their babies get married. I don’t mind because I have what I want too. Him. I have him and he is all I want… he is all I’ll ever want.
I feel his body shift as he lowers his head closer to mine.
“Are you ready to get out of here?”
I’ve been ready to get out of here for hours. I pull back from him and I’m met by his mesmerizing dark chocolate eyes. I’ve always liked his eyes—even more so now that they’re officially attached to my husband.
I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of mentally thinking that word. Not that I’ll ever admit aloud. Seth has a habit of tormenting me until my face is red and burning. He loves it. He loves getting under my skin and as much as I love seeing his eyes flare, pleased with my reactions, or his over-confident smirk that makes me want to suck his lips right off his face, it’s annoying. He is annoying—quite possibly the most annoying man I’ve ever met… and I fucking love him. I love him with everything I have.
“I’ve been dying to ditch our families since we kissed at the church.” I mumble so Seth’s grandparents don’t hear.
They smile at Seth and I as they waltz by, completely unaware of the increasing sexual tension between us.
“Since we kissed?” He asks, smiling that Goddamn smile at me. “Really?”
“That is awfully slack on your part.”
I frown at him and he leans forward, bringing his lips right to my ear. “I’ve been dying to runaway with you from the moment I saw you step through the door.”
I laugh. “That was only six or seven minutes before our kiss.”
He shrugs, still swaying me from side to side. “Okay, so I’m six or seven minutes more attracted to you than you are to me.”
I roll my eyes. “How can you be more attracted to me than I am to you? Have you seen you?”
Seth angles his head, his eyes smiling along with his lips. “Have you seen you?”
His hand slips lower onto the curve of my backside and my breathing instinctively deepens. He pulls me harder against him and I feel every firm inch of his body. I drop my head against his chest with a heavy moan and he groans under his breath, his fingers twitching on my ass before reluctantly returning to a safer position on my hip.
“You better stop that or this whole room is going to see just how hot you get me.”
“You tell me to stop it like it’s possible around you.” I chuckle, snuggling into him.
My feet ache, my face muscles hurt from smiling too much and I couldn’t be happier.
“We’re getting out of here and it’s time to test your acting skills.” He mutters, before wrapping and arm around my shoulders. Huh? I try to angle my head to look up at him, but he squeezes me harder against his torso.
“Tired, is she?” I hear Mom ask. I feel her hand brush over my hair.
“She’s very tired.” Seth replies with a sigh. “We might head off.”
He lessens his grip and I guess it’s my turn to act. Luckily for him, I passed drama in school with flying colors. I fake a yawn as I turn to Mom and I hear Seth scoff under his breath. What? I’m not doing that bad a job. Mom brushes a lock of hair from her eyes and generally looks concerned with how tired I am. I give Seth a subtle smug glance and he rolls his eyes.
“I need a bed.” I tell her. “My feet hurt and my eyes are aching.”
She pats my shoulder and slightly pinches the flesh in a way only a mother can. “You go, sweetheart. You’ve had such a big day.” She turns her eyes on Seth. “How much have you had to drink?”
“Not a drop.”
Her sharp eyebrows furrow. “I saw you at the bar a couple of times tonight.”
“Chilled water only, I promise.”
She studies him for a little while and Seth isn’t fazed in the slightest by it. Meanwhile, I’m still standing here with a forced sag and heavy eyes.
“Fine, I believe you.” Her lips twitch. “You have fun. I’ll see you both in two weeks.”
She pulls us into a hug and lingers for a few seconds. “You made us all very proud today,” she sniffles. “Picture perfect.”
When she lets us go, Seth grabs me and quickly pulls me from the hall. I admit it, I do feel a little bad for bailing on our families but I can’t be with Seth a second longer without jumping him. Seth pulls me along next to him as he breaks out in a quick jog. I barely keep up with him and his eagerness to get out of here.
When we reach the car, he opens the door for me and helps me inside, careful not to catch my dress in the door. I watch him walk around the front of the car, fishing his keys out of his pocket. He stops under a streetlight to feel deeper into the fabric and I admire him from my seat. Under the bright light, he looks so angelic and pure—so pure I half expect him to grow wings and fly away. When he looks up at me from under his brow and the shadows obscure the majority of his face, I see his darkness. I see the demon he really is and although I admire the sweet, angelic side of Seth, I will be forever consumed by his dark side, the side that does what it wants and takes what it believes it’s owed.
Tonight, we were married and what comes after this moment isn’t anyone else’s business but ours. I have many things planned for him. Things I know will drive him wild and I’ve never been one to kiss and tell… Seth, however, will undoubtedly tell the whole world.