Aaaalright, so this one was quite intriguing to write! A lot of research had to be done to finish this chapter. I hope you approve of it!

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Without further ado, please read on, though I should warn you; highly sexual content ahead.

"Do you realise this has become quite the habit?" Aro said, his voice drifting towards me through the air. It penetrated my mind, and I wrenched my eyes from the book I was reading. I glanced up at him, connecting with his crimson gaze. His eyes never ceased to make me shudder, his piercing gaze seemingly x-raying me.

"What?" I said, puzzled.

He indicated the two of us, sitting peacefully in his living room, reading. The fire was crackling merrily just beside me, the soft golden glow spreading across the room. I was curled up in an armchair, the book resting on the armrest. He was sitting casually on the sofa, a book resting on his knee, the leg slung casually across his other leg.

"Us. Here. Reading." I smiled at him. "It is quite pleasant," he said, his soft voice trailing down my spine. I suppressed a shudder. It was indeed always pleasant to be around him.

I had now been with the Volturi for almost four months, and I had never felt so at ease. Especially taking into consideration that I was surrounded by vampires. It was an experience in sharp contrast to my usual way of feeling misplaced, like I had not been born for this life. That feeling was suddenly completely gone, and I knew exactly the moment when it had vanished. The moment I had said yes to Aro that day in the library. The thought was quite comforting, yet also somehow slightly unnerving.

It had been a mere month since Aro had seduced me the first time, and in the last two weeks our lovemaking had been quite frequent. Since then I had spent almost every night in his rooms, reading and doing… Well… Other stuff. I could not get enough of him, and I sought out every opportunity I could to spend time with him.

I had become a woman obsessed.

Even though I was never bored in this place, no matter what I was doing, or who I was talking to, my mind was constantly lingering on the dark vampire now sitting across from me. The strange thing was that no matter what we were doing together, it was deeply gratifying to me. The sexual pleasure elicited the same rush of feelings as the non sexual things we did together.

I had started lessons with the kings now. Aro was teaching me the ways of their coven. He also had started fencing with me, though that was quite the disaster so far. Marcus made me understand the different relations between the vampire covens, but also taught me the different languages. He had assured me my learning ability would improve much more once I was turned. Caius was teaching me the history of The Volturi, which was quite extensive. He had become less impatient with me since Aro and I had… Well, he seemed to know a lot of what was going on, even though I'm sure no one told him. No wonder he was the one teaching me history.

"Are you happy here, Isabella?" Aro asked, bringing me back from my reverie. I nodded instantly. Aro smiled softly at me in response.

"I am considering changing you soon." He placed the book he was reading on the small side table, his eyes fixed on me. "How would you feel about that?"

I thought for a moment. It's not like it came as a shock to me. I knew their laws. It was just that I was afraid of how much I'd change. Would I still be me? Would he still want me? Aro stood up slowly and walked towards me. He was ridiculously elegant, his dark suit fitting him perfectly. I was completely distracted by his good looks. He took my hand and pulled me to my feet, holding me as if we were about to dance in some intimate way. He glanced down at our linked hands, a certain amount of disquiet in his beautiful features.

"I cannot read your thoughts, but I am desperate to know what you are thinking, my dear." He spoke in a low voice. I looked into his eyes, not sure what to say.

"I'm merely thinking that I want to be changed, but I'm scared." His crimson eyes seemed to melt at my words.

"You have nothing to fear, mia cara." He cupped my cheek, frowning in apparent consternation that he still could not read me.

"I'm not afraid of the change. I feel scared that once I'm no longer human, you will lose interest in me." I looked down, feeling too vulnerable for his penetrating gaze at the moment.

"You need not fear that. You are far too intriguing for me to lose interest in you. Your human shell, delightful though it is, will be exchanged for something far more delectable. Once you are turned, I will not need to be so careful with you. You will see what I mean."

The suggestions in his words made me release a sharp breath as I felt a fire ignite in my lower abdomen. He glanced down, a little smirk dancing around his lips. His eyes snapped back to mine.

"Please allow me a glance into your thoughts."

I frowned, not sure what he meant. He instantly registered my bewilderment, and kissed me briefly on the mouth.

"I have a way. If you would allow me?" There was something in his eyes that made me pause. Allowing Aro access to my thoughts was not a decision one took lightly.

"I don't know. Can I think about it?"

His smirk widened. "Of course, tesoro. Take your time." Then he kissed me again, leading me in an erotic dance that our bodies was quite familiar with by now.

"Take your time," he had said.

And so I did. I took my time. I hadn't dared ask him what he meant by it, when he said he may have a way to read my mind. I had an inkling of what it could be, but I wasn't entirely sure. How he would penetrate my shield, I could not possibly imagine though. A curious side of me really wanted to know, apprehensive though I was to let him in. Aro would be able to read every thought I had ever had. Of course a lot of those were not really something to be afraid of, but a few did worry me. Showing him exactly how I felt about him might be a mistake, if he did not feel the same way about me. I would be highly vulnerable, not something I relished.

It had been more than a week since that talk, and I was standing in his private library trying to decide which book to read first. Then my eyes fell on a display case in the corner. It contained what looked like an old manuscript of some kind. The page visible was yellowed and faded, but even so, a sketch of a baby in a shell was clearly visible. I stepped closer, examining the page more closely. It looked like a notebook on closer inspection, though the sketches were quite exquisite. Handwritten text covered a large portion of the page, and it seemed scattered in a meaningless pattern. I suddenly noticed that the shell, or egg that the baby was curled up in, had veins. I frowned, squinting. What in the world? Was that a uterus?

"It's the Codex Leicester," A soft voice said behind me. I gasped, straightening up so fast I nearly knocked over the display case. A strangled scream got lodged in my throat when I realized it was only Aro. He flashed to my side, making sure I didn't damage the display.

"Careful," he said in a low voice. "That is quite a valuable book."

I was busy trying to get my heart under control, when I heard his words. I took a few steadying breaths.

"Is it? How valuable?" I still had my hand on my heart, as I looked at him.

"About 50 million american dollars. Though I paid twice as much. The previous owner was not keen on selling it to me, however... I persuaded him."

"50 millio- 100 million?!" I gasped, my jaw dropping. "You paid 100 million for this?"

"Indeed. It is worth every penny."

"Who was the previous owner?"

"Bill Gates," he said placidly.

I stared at him, completely thrown for a loop. Not only had he apparently met Bill Gates, but it kind of dawned on me how rich Aro actually must be.

"Why is this book so expensive?" I asked, shock still coloring my voice.

"This book is the handwritten notebook of Leonardo Da Vinci," he said, smiling somewhat.

"Oh," I said, taken aback. I shook my head slightly. "Even so, that is an insane amount of money!"

Aro pursed his lips ruefully.

"Perhaps so, but tell me how much would you pay to have a precious gift from a precious friend back?"

His words made me pause. Hang on a moment.

"Gift?" I repeated, disbelief now entering my voice. He nodded slowly down at me. I took a moment to simply stare dumbly into space.

"You don't mean tha-... " I halted, laughing rather nervously. "You weren't friends with… No way!" I finally managed to cease my babbling.

"I sense your disbelief, my dear," he said smoothly, smirking. I made an inpatient gesture.

"No, I believe you, I just… It's hard to process. It's Leonardo Da Vinci for crying out loud!"

"Yes. Well, he was a good friend of mine. He lived, and died, in Italy, you know," Aro said softly.

I said nothing. There was no doubting the sorrow in his voice.

"Was he a vampire?" I asked gently.

Aro sighed deeply. "No, he was not. I offered him immortal life. In fact, I offered it several times, feeling his genius would be wasted in death. He refused me every time. His death is one of the greatest losses to this world." Aro lifted a hand, and took a strand of my hair between his fingers, tugging on it.

"I am sorry il diletto, it was not my intention to bring such gloom into the conversation. But now you understand why I treasure this book particularly highly. Please be careful around it?" He said, smiling gently down at me.

I gulped slightly, nodding hastily.

"Of course." I gave a cautious smile. His fingers lingered on my throat.

"Did you read his mind? When you knew him, I mean?" I asked, speaking carefully, not wanting to pry if it was something private, but I felt curious as to what that must have been like. He seemed to be lost in thought for a while. Then he took a deep breath.

"Once," he finally said slowly.

"Why only once?" I asked, frowning.

Aro regarded me for a long moment, clearly thinking back on old memories.

"Leonardo Da Vinci was the first person I discovered I could not read. His thoughts, like yours, were shielded from me. Much to my eternal frustration."

I stared at him.

"What? You couldn't read his mind?" I was flabbergasted. Da Vinci was a legend, and the fact that he had been shielding Aro's gift, just as I did, blew me completely for a loop.

"He allowed me access once, and it took me great effort to do it. It was, however, worth it."

I waited on tenterhooks. He didn't elaborate.

"How did you do it?" I asked, curiosity getting the better of me. Aro smiled gently down at me again.

"It is a complex process, and cannot really be explained, my dear. It is much easier if I just show you."

He was such a smug bastard! Making me all curious and then putting me on the spot like this. I huffed in annoyance.

"That's called blackmail," I groused darkly. Aro showed me his teeth in a swift smile.

"Hmmm, here I am, sharing intimate details of my life with you, and you accuse me of blackmailing you?" He said, his voice filled with mock offense. I couldn't help but stare.

"What do you mean, intimate?"

"Well, I have only ever found one way to make this work. Granted, I have only ever met two people who I could not read. Even so, it is quite effective, with a hundred percent success rate so far. I is quite an intimate process." He smirked deviously down at me.

I couldn't quite understand what he was getting at, and I felt like a clueless idiot. He showed me his teeth again as he watched me process the information. Suddenly it clicked.

"Oh," I managed. "Intimate. Gotcha!" His smirk grew even wider at my shocked expression.

"You are telling me, that you had sex with Leonardo Da Vinci?" I asked in a hollow voice. He shrugged casually.

"Well, he was flamboyantly homosexual. It was kind of inevitable. He was my lover and friend. His mortality, however, put an end to it."

I didn't know how to respond, so I let out a nervous breath. Aro fixed his gaze on me, making me stop sharply. I gulped, afraid I might have offended him. He caressed my jaw softly.

"He was very dear to me, you see. His death was a sadness I shall never recover from. This is one reason, among others, why I never married." He paused for a moment. "Isabella, I feel a much deeper connection with you, than I did with Leonardo. There is something about you that draws me in. And I desperately want to see more of you, lay you bare to my gaze, not just physically, but also emotionally. Will you grant me this gift?"

I stared at him apprehensively, not sure what he expected me to say. Finally, gulping somewhat, I nodded. He gave a relieved sigh and then leaned in slowly, kissing me gently. I responded immediately, wanting nothing but to feel more of him. He pulled me close, and deepened the kiss, his breathing growing deep and slow. By the time he released me, we were both panting somewhat. Aro took my hand and led me from his library all the way through his rooms until we reached the bedroom.

Neither of us spoke, as he elegantly undressed right in front of me. I could never quite understand what he could possibly see in me, when he himself was such a perfect being. His body was beautiful, and I would never ever get tired of seeing him naked. He stepped closer to me, his crimson eyes darkening as he looked at me. His cold hands slowly began to remove my clothes, his touch on my bare skin beneath making me almost whimper as a fierce need burst into being within me. His slow pace was driving me nuts, but I also knew that he was not going to speed up if I asked him to. Nothing could rush him.

When I was finally naked in front of him, he wrapped me in his arms, kissing me passionately again. I grabbed his sides, feeling his smooth, cold skin beneath my fingers. He kissed me until I needed to resurface for air, before continuing to kiss my jaw and throat. I had no idea what to expect from him. This time felt much more different than the other times we had been together.

Suddenly he lifted me up, and sat down on the bed, with me straddling him. I felt his cock press against my thigh, and I was so ready for him to enter me. He didn't though. Instead he lay down completely on the bed, stretching out beneath me. He instructed me to kneel above his face, and I felt myself grow hot with the idea of what was to come. He was cupping my ass in his hands, and I could feel his cold breath on my nether regions, making me break out into goosebumps. I felt him kiss the junction of my thigh softly. A cold wetness followed briefly, his tongue lashing the soft inner flesh of my leg for only an instant. He repeated on the other side, and I could practically feel myself almost dripping from his caresses. He kissed my labia chastely, his nose poking my clit directly, and I almost fell forward onto my hands. He had barely done anything to me, but it felt so good I was ready to climax then and there. Not that he would give it to me at this moment. He moved in slow motion, barely ghosting my heated flesh, only giving me hints of pleasure here and there. His touches started too late and ended far too soon. I began to move against him, trying to encourage him to give me more. He denied me, and when I started to whimper in frustration, he merely chuckled darkly at me.

"Softly now, dear one," he murmured. "You will get there."

"Not like this," I hissed, my frustration making my voice grow more shrill and petulant.

"Yes you will," he said, chuckling again.

Then he latched onto my clit, giving it a deep pull, making me lurch sharply, my upper body falling forward so I landed on my hands. He didn't seem to notice, even though a sharp cry had escaped me as he carried on as before, languidly pleasuring me. I could hear him breathing me in, and it made me slightly self conscious, so I buried my face in the sheets. I was on all fours now, Aro's head between my thighs. He was increasing the intensity ever so slowly, his hands roaming my ass, though one was moving lower, his icy fingers probing my folds. I felt him separate my labia and slowly enter a digit. Simultaneously he suckled my clit gently, making my insides clench fiercely around his intruding finger. He lapped at me, swiping my clit with broad strokes, and I couldn't help but moan as I clenched the sheets beneath me fiercely in a white knuckled grip. It took mere moments for him to make me climax, the orgasm so powerful that I curled my back upwards like a cat, my cry muffled by the duvet beneath me. Aro increased the pace of his finger, adding a second digit, still suckling and licking at my now extremely sensitive flesh.

"Oh," was all I managed, before he made me fall into another shuddering release with absurd ease. I felt my thighs tremble violently, and I had to turn my head so that I could breathe again.

He gave me no respite, merely carrying on as if my next orgasm was his life's elixir. His movements became more passionate and intense, his hungry caresses sent me reeling, and I didn't think I could handle it, but then I needed more. However, when I tried to pull away, he kept me in place, and when I tried to push down to get more, he held me fast. He was utterly infuriating, but fuck it if I could complain. In fact any intellectual articulation would be quite impossible for me at this point. I contented myself with moaning and whimpering. That was until he began to rub a certain spot inside me, and suckling my clit at the same time. I shattered then and there. I think I screamed into the covers. When I finally came back, he had removed himself from beneath me, and was now leaning over me, running his cold hands across my damp skin, soothing my humming body. I felt his lips on my shoulders and back. I had no time to brace before he placed himself at my entrance and penetrated me in one swift thrust.

"Oh my god!" I exclaimed in a shrill voice, as he began to fuck me with a deep intensity, that practically melted my insides, holding onto my hips for leverage. He leaned in over me, capturing an earlobe between his lips.

"My name... is Aro." I could practically hear his smirk.

I only groaned in response, not really interested in any conversation right now. He was practically wrapped around me as he propelled his hips ever forward, plunging into me over and over, making me, if possible, even more incoherent. Then he slipped a hand between my legs, grazing my clit gently.

"Oh shit!" I wheezed as my insides contracted sharply, my womb clenching in eager expectation for another climax. He pinched my left nipple and whatever my mind had been filled with moments before vanished like dew in the sun.

"Aaaah!" The sound was lost to the sheets, but he heard it easily enough. He gave a hard thrust, bottoming out completely within me, almost shifting my cervix around. That was all it took. I exploded powerfully, the sensations only multiplied as he increased the tempo, pushing me down so I was flat on the bed. I barely noticed, my entire body still twitching and tingling from my latest release. He began to thrust forcefully, his shaft rubbing my walls almost to the point of it being too much. I was not ready, but he didn't seem to mind, simply ducking me to completion, making me grow hoarse from my screams. His arm came around my throat, his hand holding my shoulder, and I instinctively clutched onto him, holding on for dear life as he had me coming apart three more times in this position. As the last waves left me, I was practically sobbing.

Aro kissed my shoulder before he pulled me up from the bed, pulling me towards the head of the bed. He made me rest against him, my back to his chest, his legs bent on either side of me, practically cradling me. He penetrated me again, and began a slow pace, his cock entering me in a steady and deep rhythm. I instinctively held onto his thighs as he continuously placed gentle kisses on my neck and shoulder. The tender way he held me, set my body on fire, his gentle thrusts sending a shiver up my spine. His sharp teeth raked my skin, grazing my pulse, apparently delighting in the rapid beating just beneath the surface, strumming against his lips. I felt him slowly plunge into me again and again, his lips sealing on my skin hotly, despite his coldness. I was barely clinging onto my senses, completely overpowered by his passion. I wasn't quite prepared to realize that my body and mind was being completely consumed by his icy fire. I was being fucked to oblivion by the vampire king, his hands and mouth and cock making me feel exactly what I had been dreaming about since our first encounter in the library.

"I am afraid that you are mine now, amore," he whispered into my ear, holding me close as he thrust up into me, hitting a spot deep within me. I felt a deep resonating strumming as he slowly fucked me and I think we both sensed it was more than a sexual connection, his penetration deeper than physical. He seemed to sense it too, because he suddenly halted, and lifted me up, before placing me back down, only now I was straddling him, our faces so very close. He held my hips in place as he entered me again, his eyes locked on mine, teeth slightly exposed. As he bottomed out within me, my body tingled with a current that made me breathless. My heart seemed to flutter, my stomach filling with butterflies and I shuddered violently at the sensations coursing through me. It was so intense that my teeth actually chattered noisily in my skull, my bones rattling in my body. I felt his breath escape him as well, as he lurched somewhat against me. His features seemed to be laid bare to me this moment, his expression showing passion, yes, but also tender adoration.

"Wha- What was that?" I asked breathlessly, my fingers squeezing his shoulders reflexively as I felt it again.

A vulnerability flashed across his face, chased by a look of deep wonder, apparently hit by a sudden realisation. He gave a soft chuckle as he looked into my eyes, his hands coming up to cup my jaw. I hadn't quite understood what had just happened, but something told me it was quite profound.

"Oh yes, you are definitely mine now," he said in a deep voice, before his lips crashed onto mine.

I surrendered into the bruising kiss, my pelvis moving of its own accord as I sought out every ounce of passion he had to offer. He kept kissing me as I rode him, making me go lightheaded with need and lack of oxygen. He began to rock up into me, meeting me every time I rolled my pelvis against him, and his arms came around my waist, holding me close, keeping me together even as I shattered against him, my insides seemingly melting and solidifying all at once. I felt my walls clench and contract around him over and over, the orgasm rolling through me, seemingly never ending. I couldn't suppress a harsh whimper, my trembling muscles in the throes of a pleasure so intense it put everything else to shame.

And it wouldn't stop. Aro held me close, fucking me steadily through it, but every thrust seemed to start the sensations all a new, and I could do nothing but cling to him for dear life.

"Oh my god, what is happening?" I gasped, jerking and shuddering against him. "It w-won't stop," I added, throwing my head back, trying to keep hold of the last threads of my sanity.

He was breathing fast, his own jaw seemingly clenched tightly. Even so he managed to answer me.

"La mia," he whispered, his mouth descending upon my throat again.

"Ora sei mia." With that he held me close as he changed our position. I barely registered when I was suddenly on my back. He was between my legs, his hips rolling and undulating with passionate abandon. He had stretched out on top of me, his arms circling my shoulders, making my head tilt backwards somewhat. Suddenly he used his legs to nudge mine closed, straddling my thighs even as he entered my body again. His pelvis crashed down again and again, and I'm pretty sure I uttered a completely new sound never heard to man. Or vampire. His movements combined with the new sensations coursing through me, had me grow rigid as a board, something was rapidly moving down over me, and I wasn't quite sure what it was, but I knew I needed it even if it scared me to death.I felt Aro's lips at my throat again, suckling gently, his teeth scraped my skin, and I suddenly knew what he had to do. Instinctively I knew he was only waiting for me to say it. A strangled groan escaped through my chest, and I felt something rise up within me. Whether it was courage or stupidity, I don't know.

"Yes," I rasped, not realizing I was responding to his words as well as his unspoken question. I tilted my head sideways, granting him easier access and felt, rather than heard, his deep feral growl, and his teeth sank into my throat, greedily drinking down my blood.

He had now entered my body in two places at once, and I could no longer keep it together. My body lurched sharply as I experienced an orgasm that could only be described as soul shattering. I jackknifed violently beneath him, my body shaking viscerally, an incoherent noise rising from my chest. He held me in a comforting embrace, even as he began to thrust rather erratically, his own orgasm crashing over him now. His pelvis rolled and jerked against me, his trembling body finally coming to a halt on top of me. I felt him lick and suckle my throat, his venom apparently knitting the wound closed. Then he released me, his face surfacing before me. His lips were still a little crimson, his breathing was laboured, his eyes closed. He seemed to be struggling for control. I waited with bated breath, keeping completely still. Then his eyes snapped open. His irises were a vivid orangy-red, they almost looked like they were on fire. This time I actually felt him X-ray me with that piercing, fiery gaze. I wondered if it had worked, if he had seen everything. He looked into my eyes for a moment, then he smiled tenderly down at me.

"Oh, Isabella Swan," he began, a finger ghosting my cheek softly. "I should have told you this a long time ago." He kissed me deeply for a long moment before resting his forehead against mine.

"I love you too."

Translations:

Mia cara (Italian) = My dear.

Tesoro (Italian) = Darling.

Il diletta (Italian) = Beloved.

La mia (Italian) = Mine.

Ora sei mia (Italian) = You are mine now.

I would just looove to hear what you think of my ideas about Da Vinci?

He was an intriguing man, no?

I find it highly plausible that Aro would find him quite an interesting person.

The Codex actually do exist, and is a one of its kind and the most expensive book ever. It is currently owned by Bill Gates, who bought it 26 years ago, if I remember correctly, for approximately 50 million dollars in current value.

-Pancakes