My Last Breath (Volturi kings)

FIFTEEN.

I snicker at Aro as he pulls his hood up over his head, hiding from the sunlight.

"What's so funny?"

"You, being scared of a little sparkle. Come onn, let me see you be a walking disco ball!"

"My heart, that would not be a good idea since there will be other people on the way there. May I take a rain check?" He suggests playfully.

I roll my eyes and continue our walk. Upon arriving at the very busy restaurant, we're led inside to a private section of the establishment. Aro sits across from me which immediately makes me miss his touch, his slight smile showing that he's well aware. After a few minutes of comfortable silence, a waitress comes up to our table.

"Signor Volturi?" the woman asks while clearly checking out Aro.

"Sì, è corretto. Un menu per favore (Yes, that is correct. One menu please)" Aro begins responding to the woman in Italian.

"Solo uno? Cosa posso darti? Acqua, vino, forse il mio numero? (Just one? What can I get you? Water, wine, perhaps my number?)"

I bite my lip harshly to prevent the growl that threatens to leave my throat and lips. Aro looks over at me with a smirk before returning his gaze to the waitress casually.

"Solo il menu per mia moglie. Non mi interessa una puttana quando ho tutto quello che posso desiderare proprio qui. Ora, faccia il suo lavoro prima che la faccia licenziare (Just the menu for my wife. I don't care for some whore when I have everything I could ever ask for right here. Now, do your job before I have you fired)", he says coldly.

Her eyes go wide as she bows slightly and lays a menu on the table before quickly walking away. I look up at Aro in surprise while smirking playfully.

"Wife, huh?"

"Of course, it just isn't formal yet. You're mine bellissima" he says protectively.

I shake my head at him while looking through the menu. I decide on a Torta Rustica which is a pie from Puglia that I've had a few times during my time here. It consists of a base of pasta and is filled with cooked ham, fresh Apulian cheese, caciocavallo, ricotta, mozzarella, and eggs. It's obviously not your typical American version of pie but it's just as good, if not better.

We sit in silence and hold hands across the table as we wait for the food to be prepared. After a bit of time goes by, a new waitress brings me my food and a glass of water. I notice her look of fear when glancing at Aro before quickly leaving us alone. I eat while Aro sits and looks around the restaurant, clearly trying not to stare at me. When done, I push the plate to the side and get out of my seat before walking around the table and sitting next to Aro. He looks down at me in confusion before laying his hand on my cheek.

I snuggle up against him and inhale his scent as a small purr exits my lips.

"You know, you can just ask for me if you miss my touch cara" he whispers with a chuckle, dropping his hand to wrap both arms around my waist.

"Why should I ask when you know everything I want with just one touch?" I whisper back quietly.

"Touché bellissima. Though, your thoughts drive me to insanity sometimes" he whispers huskily.

I lay my hand on his cheek so he can read my thoughts as I slide my other hand across his abs and chest. I look up at him through my lashes as I think of how badly I want him. How much I want to be with him for eternity, how much I love him, and the unspeakable things I want to do with him. His eyes blacken as he stares into mine and begins breathing shakily.

"Amore, why must you tempt me so?" he asks while looking down at my lips.

I lean forward and slowly press my lips against his. His kiss is soft and tender, treating me like a fragile vase that he fears of breaking. I want more, I need more. He growls against my lips, confirming that he heard. His lips become rougher as we begin making out wildly. He pulls me onto his lap as I straddle him and let my hands roam into his hair.