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...
Aro quickly got on his knees in front of Y/N as she was sitting in his grand Volturi seat. His eyes were changed. They were no longer the eyes that lead the volturi only moments ago. They were now her Aro's. His eyes filled with passion and hunger. They were soft and velvet.
"My Orchid" he began as he grasped her hands in his. His thumb was softly leaving circles among her skin. "I am maybe the Volturi leader, but I am your worshipper" He continued "They bow for me in these halls. But I bow only for you when they fall silent" Aro kissed her hands once again.
Y/N let go and placed her hand along his face. Her features carrying understanding and love for her mate. Aro fell into her touch. He couldn't help but lean into it. He turned his head slightly and kissed the hand which once held him. Y/N couldn't help but find his kisses intriguing. She always lost herself at the touch of his lips.
Aro kept kissing her hand until she closed her eyes. Lost in his ecstasy. Aro noticed her reaction and continued playing along. He then moved his motions to the tip of her fingers. There, his fangs appeared, and he grazed the tip of her fingers. Thus, making her giggle at the touch. She always enjoyed the feeling of his teach along her skin. It did not hurt as he could not actually bite her. This driving him wild at the feeling of possibly biting into her. She loved feeling the excitement of almost being bite.
Slowly he began making his way up her arm. Leaving trails of kisses and fake bites. "Aro" she moaned until he stopped just inches from her neck. There he almost wanted to taste the tainted blood that flowed through her sweet sinful veins. Yet, he couldn't. Instead, he kissed her and made his way to her mouth. There they clashed together in a dance of mouths.
Aro and Y/N were both breathless as they continued meeting each other's lips. Both driven by the heat between each other's legs and the passion that filled their immortal and mortal hearts.
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"Aro" she moaned again between breaths as they both looked narrowed into each other's gaze. "Keep moaning my name" he spoke breathlessly. He took in the image of her. Her delicate, soft and fragile form sitting upon his seat. He couldn't help but feel the heated rage to fuck her there and now. He wanted to bask in the memory of fucking her in his seat every time he entered this room.
Suddenly he smiled slyly up at her as he made her open her legs under her dress. He lifted the hem and made Y/N hold it. "Aro what..." she was suddenly cut off by the surge of ecstasy that coursed through her body as Aro ran his tongue through her womanly entrance.
Y/Ns back arched as Aro's skilled tongue danced over her most sensitive spots. She moaned softly, her fingers gripping the arms of the seat as pleasure washed over her. Aro, ever the attentive and lustful vampire, held her hips steady under her dress with his grip, ensuring she couldn't escape his relentless advances.
Their intimacy, fueled by the endless darkness of their shared desire, grew more intense with each passing moment. Y/N felt the tingling warmth between her legs intensify, her body reacting instinctively to Aro's touch. She closed her eyes tighter, lost in the sensation, and unknowingly begged for more.
