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...
Under a star-studded sky, the garden was alive with the soft breeze and the gentle hum of nocturnal creatures. The moon hung like a silver coin, casting a delicate glow across the vibrant petals of the flowers that swayed lightly.
As Aro guided Y/N through the garden path, It was a night where the world felt paused, and magic lingered in the air, quietly beckoning for something extraordinary to happen.
Aro, then stood at the center of the garden, his dark hair tousled slightly by the wind. There was an unusual tension in the air around him. Beneath his calm exterior was a storm of emotions, a mixture of excitement and vulnerability that few ever witnessed. Y/N was now standing in front of him as she followed his steps.
"Aro?" you called softly, your voice barely rising above the whisper of the wind. He turned, his piercing crimson eyes glinting in the moonlight, a warm smile spreading across his face that made your heart flutter.
"Y/N," he replied, his tone deep and expressive, echoing a melody of affection that wrapped around you like a soft blanket.
As Y/N stood with him, the garden bloomed into a realm of intimacy. You could see the flicker of emotions dancing in his crimson gaze, and you knew, in that moment, that something monumental was about to unfold.
He reached for your hands. Caressing them with the course of exotic intimate touches.
Y/N noticed overhead, a cluster of fireflies twinkled like stars that had fallen from the heavens, drawing a soft gasp from your lips. Aro led Y/N to a small stone bench framed by a lattice of fragrant jasmine. Its sweet scent hung delicately in the air, almost intoxicating.
Y/N sat on the bench, resting serenely against the stone. Aro did not sit. Where Aro was standing, he was now kneeling in front of Y/N, the gravel crunching softly beneath him. His expression was earnest, every line of his face revealing the depth of his feelings. "Y/N," he began, taking a deep breath as though gathering strength for what he was about to say. "From the moment our paths crossed, I knew there was something unique about you. You have a light that cuts through even the darkest of nights, drawing me in, compelling me to be vulnerable in a world where I am seldom allowed such luxuries."
Y/N's breath caught in her throat, realizing the magnitude of the moment. The night's serenity pulsed around her, urging her to listen, to memorize every word he was about to offer.
He pulled out a dark velvet box and opened the box, revealing a delicate ring, its beauty enhanced by the ambient glow of the garden. It sparkled like the stars above, a promise of a future intertwined. It was a dark red ruby in the center, carrying centuries of ancient loves and losses. "I have searched for the right words to express how much you mean to me, but words often fail in the presence of such overwhelming emotion. So instead, I ask you simply this: Would you do me the great honor of being by my side—now, and until time itself no longer binds us?"
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A wave of joy and disbelief surged within Y/N. She had always known that Aro was different, that his complex heart held an affection more profound than many could understand. Let alone for a Volturi leader. "Yes," Y/N breathed out, tears of happiness glistening in her eyes. "Yes, Aro, a thousand times yes!"
Aro slipped the ring onto her finger, his eyes sparkling with a mix of triumph and relief. He rose to embrace her, wrapping her in his arms as though the very universe had conspired to align both their fates. Under the gaze of the stars and the gentle sway of the moonlight, Y/N knew that this night would linger in her memory forever—an unbreakable bond forged in love, trust, and the magic of the garden that had witnessed the beginning of all her tomorrows.
The world around them faded away as Aro and Y/N melted into each other's embrace. That is when Aro began to kiss her. Their kisses were filled with passion and promises of a future together. Aro's hands gently held Y/N's face, his thumb tracing her cheek softly. Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer as if she never wanted to let go. In that moment, time stood still for the two lovers as they basked in their love and the certainty that they were meant to be together.
Their kiss crescendo into deeper and hungry tales. Aro's kisses began working their way beyond her sweet mortal lips. He was tracing kisses along her neck. slowly trailing to the front of her chest. There he placed a kiss on each side of her covered breasts. Only the seem of her breasts appearing. Y/N couldn't help but grasp his hair tightly within her fingers as he worked his way down. He was kneeling between her legs now. Her thighs spread apart and he lifted the hem of her dress over her knees.
Aro's cold fingers gently grazed the outer smooth folds of Y/N's sex, causing her to shudder with a soft moan. His eyes locked onto her gaze as she writhes before him, her breathing heavy and labored. Aro grinned wickedly as he moved his mouth closer, his cold breath washing over the sensitive skin.
Y/N's hands tangled tighter in his hair, urging him to take her more roughly. That is when he placed his tongue among her sweet delicacy. Her eager moans filling the air as he delved deeper with his tongue. The taste of her, the tangy sweetness that was uniquely hers, her usual signature scent and flavor that called to him in a primal, insatiable way.
Aro knew he could lose himself in the ecstasy of her body, and thus, he took his time, savoring every inch and every moan that escaped her lips. He traced delicate patterns with the tip of his tongue, causing her to shiver as goosebumps erupted on her skin.
As he continued to pleasure her, he noticed her hips buckling upward, urging him to go faster and deeper with his mouth. And he did, relishing in her arousal.
He really does have centuries of experience
Y/N thought to herself as he continued to pleasure her in spots she never experienced before.
That is when he stopped moving his tongue intricately upon her and placed his crimson gaze directly up at her. She knew the look in his eyes. His crimsons were now darker than usual. As if it were spilled ink. He was intoxicated by her, and she knew tonight would be more than their usual innuendoes.
