Hey peeps! Sorry for the delay on this. I have been feeling really tired lately, but here's the next chapter.

Please be warned: Smuttyness ensues.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.

Now, please continue on.

Bella stirred awake a few hours later, her eyes flickering gently beneath her lids. She didn't know how long she had been sleeping, but it only took a few deep breaths to know that Aro was still with her, his tantalising smell filling her nostrils. She could feel his cold arm beneath her neck, stretching out in front of her. Neither of them spoke, but she felt him move gently against her beneath the covers, his chest pressing into her back. His cold hand grasped her thigh, lifting her left leg up, granting himself easier access to her hot core. She gave a soft gasp as he entered her again. She was sore and tender, but he moved slowly, penetrating her carefully, filling her ever so steadily. His lips were at her neck as he slowly took her from behind, his cold breathing making her skin prickle. The discomfort soon dissipated, the pleasure igniting like a flame. His hand, gripping her thigh, let go of her and trailed down towards her sex, his skilled fingers gently caressing her clit, barely ghosting it. Bella's head fell forward onto the pillow at the sensation, sensing her walls seizing up almost to the point of it being painful. His touch was not enough to complete her need, but it was almost too much nonetheless. She whimpered into her pillow, her body trembling. Aro was in no hurry, seemingly enjoying the way her body responded to him. He thrust into her at a leisurely pace, matching his rhythm with the way his fingers skimmed her sensitive bud. She was gripping the sheets, her knuckles white, her breath exploding out of her from time to time, as she grew increasingly desperate for the impending climax.

"You are trembling, carissima," he murmured, thrusting a little faster into her before relenting again, reverting to the slow torture.

As he had increased his rhythm, he had given her throbbing clit more direct contact, and she curled in upon herself, nearly flying over the edge. She gave a frustrated sigh when he desisted, rolling her pelvis slightly, trying to get him to do it again. His arm beneath her suddenly came up and wrapped around her torso, pulling her head gently back towards him, his fingers curling around her throat. His nose prodded her cheek, and his deep voice trickled into her ear.

"I will not be rushed, my dear," he crooned, holding her in place as he continued to fuck her, winding her up more and more.

"You are gripping me so tightly, mia cara, every time I do this," he demonstrated it for her, by gently pulling on the hood of her clit, and she felt her insides clench hard, so close to her release, that she was nearly sobbing.

"You feel that? Do you want to come, my dear?" He asked her, rolling his hips into her a little faster, making her moan.

"Do you?" He asked a little more insistently.

"Y-yes," she croaked.

"Of course you do," he said, his seductive voice nealy making her lose it all together.

He began to fuck her faster, his member rubbing her walls more intensely, and then he dipped a finger down, collecting some of her juices before moving his finger back up, wetly circling her clit, spreading the warmth over her. It didn't take more, because she finally came apart in that instant, her walls fluttering and spasming around him, a grateful whimper falling from her lips. He growled, and then pushed her over so she was rolled onto her stomach. He flung the duvet aside, shifting the pillows around, so she could lay face down and still breath. The length of his body pressed her into the mattress, as he fucked her faster now. He paused a moment to place a pillow beneath her hips, raising her pelvis off the bed.

"Spread your legs, darling, you can now grind into the pillow," he said, humming when she did it, making her groan at the feeling. The combination of his cock, plunging into her again and again, and the soft touch of the pillow right where she needed it had her shatter in a matter of seconds, her pelvis rocking as she desperately rubbed the front of her cunt into the pillow, trying to get as much friction as possible.

"That's it, take what you need now," he encouraged her.

She was gripping onto the sheet with deathly white fingers, and he caught her hands, intertwining their fingers, holding onto her, as he rode into her. His dark hair tickled her shoulder and neck, his cold breath almost stinging her hot and sticky skin as he laboured on top of her. His words were making her insides melt, the mellifluous timbre seeping into her very soul, vibrating the taut string, on the verge of snapping it. Aro began to curl his arm around her torso, hugging her to his chest, his hand grasping her breast, teasing the nipple gently. He nudged her legs closed, straddling her thighs and began to roll his pelvis into her. The pillow beneath her hips got caught between her legs, pressing into her clit in a most delicious manner. She barely noticed the sounds she was making, she suddenly jack-knifed, her ass being pushed back up into him reflexively, a hoarse cry getting lost in the sheets. Her knees bent, her heels brushing his buttocks as he undulated passionately against her, the sound of hard flesh hitting soft pliant flesh reverberating around the room. Her entire body shuddered, her voice rising in pitch as she almost screamed, her face buried in between the pillows, the waves of pleasure washing over her, intensifying exponentially as he fucked her relentlessly, easily catapulting her into another orgasm straight on the tail end of the other. She felt his teeth at her throat, nibbling at her, tasting the salt on her skin.

No sooner had she come down from her climax, than he lifted her up so she was standing on all fours. He penetrated her again, holding onto her hips, gently thrusting into her. She was whimpering softly again, and he soothed her by running his hands up her arched back, leaning forward and placing cold, wet kisses on the fiery skin of her shoulders and neck.

"You are going to come for me again, my dear," he murmured against her skin. His cold breath only set off the hotness of his words.

His icy fingers curled around her throat, the other travelled down her body, finding her apex. He began to caress her, softly brushing the engorged nub, his manhood plunging into her at a leisurely pace, slowly sending her onto a winding path of hysteria. She couldn't believe how good it felt to have Aro practically wrapped around her. His movements were so sensual but persistent, nearly drowning her in sensations. Her body began to tremble again, urgently seeking out the delicious, yet almost painful precipice.

"Yeees," he crooned seductively into her ear.

"I love feeling you come apart, Isabella. Perfavore ancora," he whispered, increasing his pace, jolting her frame with his powerful thrusts.

It was his words that did it, his Italian sending a hot flash straight to her core. A harsh shuddering breath escaped her as she was hurled over the edge, his fingers pressing into her skin gently. He groaned deeply at the feeling of her pulsating heat fluttering around him, contracting again and again, and he suddenly felt himself spill his essence deep within her, white hot pulses shooting through his system.

Once they returned from their climax, he pulled out, and flipped her over, easily entering her body again, lifting her leg beneath the knee, his hand holding on to her left buttock as he continued to fuck her, rolling his pelvis into her, making her jerk and studder as she was pushed towards another release. She clung to his shoulders, her face buried in his neck, her mouth babbling wildly now.

He was mesmerized by her, as she seemingly surrendered to his tender care. The way her body felt against his was absolutely divine. He could hardly believe how easily she responded to his touch and his words. He was overcome with a love for this human, he had never thought possible. This was different somehow, from anything he had experienced. Their bodies moved in a way that suggested they were synchronized not just in body and mind, but also in their souls. As this thought hit him, he suddenly found it much harder to hold out, a searing tingle racing down his spine and he groaned deep in his chest, feeling her sweet heat clamping down around him again, nearly making him lose his control completely.

He began to nibble at her throat again, and despite her delirium she sensed exactly what he wanted. She tilted her head to the side, giving him ample access to her tender skin, her pulse throbbing erratically against his tongue.

"You are gonna make me come again, carissima, do you feel it?" He growled, thrusting into her with wild abandon, jolting her frame every time he thrust into the hilt. She moaned hotly, gasping his name, chanting it as she too was thrown over the edge. As she came, he latched onto her throat, biting into her, drinking down her sweet plasma, tasting her release as well as feeling his own washing over him. He held her close as her blood flowed freely over his tongue, his senses drowning in all that was her. He slowly ground to a halt, knitting her wound by licking it gently. Then they both slumped. She took a few minutes to come to, her body humming slightly. She utterly enjoyed the weight of him on top of her, and she didn't feel like moving. He kissed her gently, before rolling off her and she felt bereft, but didn't argue.

"I do not think, I will ever get enough of you, my dear," he said, chuckling softly, his finger dancing down her slightly trembling stomach.

Bella laughed at that, tickled by his cold finger as it ghosted her skin. He kissed her passionately for a long time, before pulling back, and just gazing down at her.

It had grown dark outside, her room only lit by a bedside lamp. They were silent for a long time, Aro resting on his elbow, watching his fingers travel the contours of her body. She sighed contentedly, closing her eyes at the sensation.

"Do you know, I have never felt like this with anybody," he murmured gently. She opened her eyes, catching his gaze. His crimson irises were purple in the darkness. He gave a soft almost nervous chuckle.

"It feels strange to say these things out loud," he explained, glancing down at her shoulder.

She waited.

"Isabella, my love, you should know, I have many dark sides. Even though I try to never let those affect you in any way, I need to warn you." He spoke hesitantly, and she listened intently.

"There will most likely come a time where you will get to see this side of me. My position requires me to never show any weaknesses. To do so, would be disastrous for the Volturi. You will be a part of the Volturi eventually, and therefore this may affect you too. Please know that anything I do, it is always for the greater good of this world we vampires occupy." He watched her intently for a moment.

"I would hate for you to be shocked by my actions, so I need you to understand why I do the things I do," he continued gently.

"And please remember, I can read the minds of everyone, so my knowledge will always be greater than anyone. My actions will reflect the severity of my knowledge," he added.

Bella adjusted her legs a bit, suddenly feeling a bit cold. She grabbed at the duvet, slowly tugging it over her body.

"I understand, Aro. But I may not always be able to keep my feelings to myself. Especially if I feel like it's an injustice, that's happening. We will just have to work through it. We both have some changes to make," she said softly. He nodded solemnly, bending down to kiss her again. Little did she know how much he had already changed for her.

More to come, hopefully soon.

-Pancakes