Y/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...
Y/N made her way to her chamber and undressed into her nightgown she received with the rest of the attire Jane given her from Aro.
She jammed the door per usual with her chair and laid her dagger on the nightstand as she crawled into bed.
She laid on her back as she stirred up at the decorated ceiling lost in her thoughts.
Her mind landing on Aro's dark crimson eyes. The way his eyes could see right through her. How his gaze made her feel naked with every stare he given her.
Her thoughts drifting to his demeanor. How he was a different person and his features changed from being the Volturi leader and swiftly changed to the man she witnessed that was on his knees in Marcus's chambers.
on his knees
Oh, how she could not keep the image of him on his knees out of her mind. Only she wanted him there for different reasons.
Seeing him desperate, the desperation displayed in his crimsons eyes making her soul want to leave her mortal body.
Aro
She couldn't get his name to leave her lips. She couldn't help but repeat his name, as if it were honey.
Y/N's heart raced as her body responded to the erotic thoughts that had consumed her mind. The way he looked at her, the way he touched her, it all played out in her head like a vivid, steamy dream.
Y/N
She could imagine his deep, soft voice calling her name
She could imagine it spoken with authority. Apart of her wanted him unhinged and his eyes darkened. She wanted the authoritative man she seen in the trial rooms.
This made her lift her nightgown and begin tracing circular motions on her delicate 'button'.
Imagining their bodies entwined, skin touching skin as desire melded into passion. She could feel him then, his warmth, his strength, his love. The way his fingers traced gentle patterns across her back, just as they traced her hands many times before.
This sending shivers down her spine. And, when she imagined his lips meeting hers, she was engulfed in a world of sensations that made her feel alive, wanted, cherished.
Y/N
His voice echoing in her mind again
She could imagine their lovemaking being raw and intense, a reflection of the depth of their connection. It was like their bodies were speaking a language that they alone understood, a secret code of pleasure and ecstasy. As they moved together, the intensity of their emotion grew, and she could feel the world around them begin to fade.
Her breath was coming in short pants as she imagined his large hands gripping her hips, pulling her closer to him with every thrust. The thought of his muscular body pounding into hers was enough to send waves of pleasure coursing through her.
Y/N
his voice echoing in her mind again
She could feel herself growing wetter as she rubbed herself, lost in the fantasy. Aro's deep voice, whispering dirty things in her ear, only added to the intensity of the experience.
She moaned softly, her body arching towards a climax. Her fingers moved faster, matching the rhythm of the imaginary sex she was having with the dark vampire.
Just as she was about to reach the peak of her arousal, she felt a sudden warmth between her legs. She gasped, her eyes widening as she realized she had just come from thinking about Aro.
As she slowly came back to reality, she couldn't help but feel a sense of shame wash over her
How could she think of the volturi leader like this.
She got up from her bed and made her way to the bath within the connected room.
She could still hear his voice lingering in her mind. Little did she know, her voice was still lingering in his...
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