“You’re so fucked,” He chuckles under his breath, “She’s killer man. Fuckingkiller.”
Willow stands on the opposite side, holding a small bouquet of white flowers, while Sebastian takes his place behind me, that grin still splitting his face.
I already know how stunning Olivia is, I don’t see how today makes any difference – oh shit.
She finally comes into view, my grandfather at herside, arm linked with hers.
Devastating.
I hear a quiet murmur start in the room, hushed whispers between parties as they discuss everything that she is. Her hair, her dress, the makeup she has chosen to wear. They’ll rip her apart like the damn vultures I know they can be.
But Olivia truly is stunning.
Her dark hair pulled away from her face to showcase her long delicate neck, the neckline of the dress low that I get a peek at the mounds of her breasts, barely being held in by the silk that hugs her body like a second skin, flowing over her curves. She holds a bouquet of blue and white blooms, her grip on them so tight her knuckles have turned white.
She doesn’t look like she’s breathing much at all and instead of looking at me, she stares straight ahead at the wall behind me. Camera’s flash, a mix of the paparazzi that had been formally invited and some of my council members wanting documentation for the archive.
The garden room has been transformed to be able to seat over three hundred people, the space decorated to perfection to match the color scheme the planners had come up with. It’s a damn good wedding even if the bride looks like she’d rather be anywhere else but here.
Finally, they make it to me, and my grandfather gently presses a kiss to the top of her hand before he places it in mine. Still, she doesn’t look at me, her eyes to the floor.
“Eyes on me, kitten,” I whisper, “Give them all a show.”
Her eyes snap to mine, blazing with so much swirling heat that resembles something like resentment.
“You are breathtaking,” I tell her.
Her jaw pops as she clenches her teeth and the officiant steps up and she diverts her gaze to him, her hand trembling within mine. I stroke my thumb over her knuckles, hoping to soothe her, focusing on the tender caresses of my thumb over her delicate skin, so soft under the roughness of mine. The tremors seem to ease but they don’t go completely but I’ll take it as a win, nonetheless.
As the officiant goes through the spiel, the room is silent around us, I keep my eyes on her. Tracing over the line of her jaw, down her throat, her collar bones and shoulders. I stare at the darkness of her eyes, framed by impossibly long black lashes and how her skin has a slight shimmer to it beneath the gold lights in the room. It’s gloomy beyond the windows, the frost that fell overnight has not yet melted and it leaves the landscape around us a wash of white and grey. Perhaps if we were on better terms, I would have whisked her off somewhere hot for a honeymoon, but I can’t guarantee she wouldn’t try to murder me while we were away and claim it as an accident.
I repeat the vows provided to me, slipping the platinum ring, embedded with diamonds onto her finger. Her thumb instantly starts to play with it, spinning it around her finger and as she repeats the vows, her voice shakes.
She slides the ring onto my finger, staring at it.
“You may kiss the bride!” The words are yelled and for just a moment the world stops spinning.
Olivia’s wide eyes latch to mine, panic seizing her, so I step in, closing the gap between us and take her face in my hands.
Her eyes bounce between mine, the room around us silent save for the rapid breaths she expels from her lungs.
And then I lean, keeping my eyes on hers until my mouth whispers across her plump lips. A breath whooshes from her and her lips part just enough for me to take hold. I crash my mouth to hers, tasting her for the first time, my tongue tracing the seam of her lips in request for access.
I’m delightfully surprised when she parts and lets me in.
I deepen the kiss, not giving a single fuck to the hundreds of eyes staring at us or the frenzy of flashing cameras as I claim her right here, in front of them all. Her hands grip my wrists and I tilt my head, forcing her to do the same as I slide my tongue into her mouth. She tastes like devastation, like the sweetest ruin, and I’m starving for her.
She makes it damn hard to breathe.
Someone clears their throat and it’s enough to startle her. She snaps out of my hold, putting the distance between us again and then she glares at me, her kiss swollen mouth looking far too appealing in this moment.
“Savor it,” She whisper hisses at me as I step up andlink her arm with mine, “That’ll be the only kiss you’ll ever get from me.”
I chuckle low as I begin the walk back down the aisle, “Scratch and bite all you want, kitten,” I say to her, “But you’re now mine.Mywife. Make sure you remember that when you look into the mirror and reminisce what it felt like to kiss me.”
She scoffs, turning her attention ahead of her as we make it out of the room. I direct her down the hallway toward the grand hall where the reception is being held and guide her to the head table, pulling out her seat as she lowers herself, reaching for the wine already in an ice bucket between our two places.
“We’ve got a long day ahead of us,” I warn her, watching her fill her wine glass to the rim, “Pace yourself.”
