✔️|Volturi (The Three Kings L.S) (COMPLETED)

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Attarah lay in a bliss amongst silken sheets, perfectly content and relaxed, warmth surrounded her as she lay shrouded in peace. Her eyes remained firmly shut, light reflecting within the lays of flesh though still, she remained calm and her eyes remained closed. The second her eyes opened, her utopia began to fade slightly but she still fluttered in the brink of happiness.

Eventually as she lay staring at the beautifully embroidered canopy above her, an unwarranted yawn escaped her and her back arched like a feline clicking multiple times.

That it was she recognized her pain she had aches and pains in all places as though she'd fallen down the stairs and when she took a look at the sheets, they had spots of blood across them. Her eyes unwillingly widened and she glanced around, finally noticing that one crucial player of the sensual game they'd played the night before was missing.

Wrapping herself in the sheets, Attarah stood, and then instantly regretted it as her legs turned to jelly and she ended up splayed on the floor. She feared that that is how she would be discovered, lying naked in a heap of tangled sheets dotted with blood, her hair dishevelled. That fear only increased when, from within the bundle of sheets, she heard the door open.

Hastily, Attarah threw the sheet off of her face in horror, only to find Caius standing in front of her with a breakfast tray in his hands. A sign escaped her as he kicked the door shut.

He smirked and walked around her as though he had not seen her at all, sitting on the bed comfortably, he kicked off his shoes. Only when Attarah let out an irritable cough did he peak over the side of the bed and smirk.

"Hello" he rested his head in his hand, leaning on his elbow as he watched her. "Need a hand" Attarah just scoffed and accepted his outstretched hand, then she found herself standing and he swiveled to have her standing between his legs. Slowly his hands reached up and tugged on the sheets so they billowed to the floor.

Quickly, his eyes shut and his leant forward, his for head resting against her bare torso and she felt him frown into her.

"what? What's wrong?" she queried and moved to sit in her knees, looking up at his face.

"Look at yourself" and so she did, and littered across her flesh was red marks and purple bruises.

"How?... How did this happen?" she stuttered and he stood, looking down at her, he took her hand and pulled her to her feet. He dragged her to the bathroom and she stood in front of the full length mirror looking at herself.

"I'm sorry" he whispered and she looked over herself.

"It doesn't matter, I don't care."she turned to him and wrapped her arms around his waist. "I love you, that's all that matters and yesterday was the most amazing moment of my life, it could not have ever possibly been better."

"Attarah"

"Please don't beat yourself up over this. I am proud of these marks because they prove that last night really happened. And last night was perfect."

"Oh, you sweet sweet beauty."he began before breaking in a smile and cupping her cheek, her eyelids fluttered closed. "What would I do without you?"

"Hmmm.... Well, I think you'd just have to go unsatisfied" she smirked and he scoffed in shock before walking towards her.

"when did you get so cheeky?" all of a sudden he lifted her up with a soft growl and she screamed a laugh and laced her legs around him. She put her lips on his and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"I love you."

"i love you."