**WARNING FULL SMUT**
Aro made it to his chambers for the night. Per usual he laid in his bed as his crimson eyes stirred to the decorated ceiling.
His mind was lost in thought about Y/N. He was thankful for her healing ability to keep Marcus alive. This brought his thoughts to her hands. How he watched her create the tincture.
her soft, warm, mortal hands
The concentrated features her face held when she was working diligently. He couldn't shake the image of Y/N's face from his mind, her eyes filled with a mixture of determination and vulnerability. Aro knew he had to see her again, to unravel the mystery that surrounded her.
Her smile haunted him even as he closed his eyes to shake the thought away, the memory of her laughter ringing in his ears from his ease dropping on her and Athenodoras conversations. Aro unable to shake the image of Y/N from his mind.
Was it regret he felt for not telling her the truth in Marcus's chamber? Or was it something more profound, a longing he couldn't quite name? Aro couldn't help but wonder if she thought of him, if she enjoyed her time around him with the same bittersweet ache that now consumed him.
Y/N
her name repeating in his mind. A name that could roll off his tongue like dripping honey.
But he knew he couldn't act on his desires. Y/N was the witch the covens desired. and he couldn't risk all Volturi for a fleeting moment of passion. As he stared at the ceiling, wrestling with his emotions, he made a silent promise to himself to keep his feelings buried deep inside, where they couldn't disrupt his ancient leadership.
However, she was his mate.
His heart raced as he imagined her soft touch, the sweet whisper of her voice. Aro couldn't shake the image of her smile, her playful eyes that seemed to look right through him. He knew he had to see her again, to feel the electricity that sparked between them once more. Just as it had in the library that day.
Then his thoughts drifted to the fateful night she entered his chambers to slit his throat with her dagger. Oh, how he wanted her on top straddling him again. How he wanted to devour her that night. He could feel his manhood pulsating at the thought.
her voice calling his name
He had not had these type of thoughts and feelings for centuries.
He couldn't help but undo his zipper and grasp his manhood and continue his thoughts on Y/N.
he was masturbating.
Each stroke leading him into wanders, him envisioning Y/N in the most intimate of ways. Aro picturing her naked form, her skin glistening with sweat from riding him. He imagines the soft curves of her body. Her soft pure lips speaking his name.
her voice calling his name
He could hear her soft lips calling his name, as if they were in the same room. His name being called repeatedly in his mind. It was a blissful sound.
He is drawn to her like a moth to a flame, unable to resist the allure of her form. His heart races with desire, and he imagines fighting back the need to touch her, to feel her skin against his own. But he knows that it would be wrong a betrayal to the Volturi. He would lose control if he were left alone with her.
His mind still deluded with thoughts of her, how he imagined feeling the mortal heat of her body. Her skin against his, the way her body would move against his own. His heart pounded in time with his desire, and the blood rushed through his veins like a river, desperate to join with hers.
Tainted blood
He could still smell her intoxicating scent, the scent she naturally carried. A mixture of excitement and deep, raw sensuality that drove him wild. He remembered the way her eyes had locked onto his, the recognition of their shared desires etched on her face. It was as if they were both unable to resist the pull of their mutual urges.
her voice calling his name
The thought of what he could do to her sent a shiver down his spine, and he knew without a doubt that he would not be able to hold back. He wanted to taste her, to devour her like a starving man who'd been without food for weeks. His hands clenched as he released himself.
Aro took a few deep breaths as he got up and zipped his pants back up. He had work to get done and could not waste any more time on fruitful thoughts.
Y/N
He could still hear her voice. Little did he know, it actually was her calling to him and she could hear him also...
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TAINTED BLOOD (Aro Volturi X Reader)
FanfictionY/N is a witch on the run from Viktor and his Death Dealers... for conspicuous reasons. Along the way she makes a vital yet crucial decision that leads her to the Volturi. Aro Volturi had no intention falling in love with a mortal, let alone a witch...
