Good evening my lovelies!
I can't thank you quite enough for all your kind words and reviews! They keep me airborne all day.
I have been struggling with a lot of anxiety lately for reasons I cannot begin to describe, so writing keeps my mind occupied, which is what I need most these days.
And so, here's a very, very long chapter just for you! More than 8000 words in fact! (Three guesses as to why it is so long.) I sure do hope that you enjoy this, because this was a lot of work! Lol!
And I hope it makes sense, I almost got lost in the forest of words sometimes, having to comb through them all over again.
Also, I wrote this on a day that said 28 degrees celsius outside. I also made the frankly idiotic mistake of taking two spinning classes in a row. I have never in my life felt so hot and sweaty! Absolutely do not recommend!
Anyway, I shall leave you to read. *Wink*
Be advised: Heavy smut is smeared all over this chapter. Enjoy. *Wink*
Any mistakes are my own! I do apologise!
"What letters, Aro?" She demanded more forcefully.
Over her shoulder, Carlisle gave a triumphant smile. Aro almost scowled, but halted himself just in time, realising his mate would think it was for her. He didn't answer her, but merely walked to his empty throne, sitting down, casual as you like, settling himself between his brothers.
"Isabella, please return to your chambers. I'll join you shortly, I just need a word with my old friend."
She glowered at him, her dark eyes burning with fury.
"Whatever you have to say to him, you can say to the both of us," she intoned fiercely, taking a step towards the dais so she was now shoulder to shoulder with the blond vampire.
Aro made no move, but his mind was screaming as his own words were now being used against him, by his own mate, no less. He kept a steady gaze at her, but she didn't back down.
"Alright, dear," he finally relented, shifting a little in his chair. He could practically feel the scowl from Caius and the small amused smirk from Marcus. Aro huffed slightly.
"Let us take this to my study, then," he groused, not wishing for any of his guards to hear this conversation.
As they entered his study, Bella marched to his desk, briskly searching through his documents, clearly searching for any evidence of the correspondence between him and Carlisle. The blond doctor actually chuckled at her audacity, and Aro cast him a disparaging glance.
"You will not find what you look for here, Isabella," Aro said, flashing to her side, gently halting her movements with a grasp of her wrists so she didn't disrupt the careful system he had on his desk.
She wrenched her hands free, glaring at him.
"Are there any other secrets I might find then? A letter from a lover, maybe? Did Edward write to me? What else haven't you told me, Aro?" She was breathing harshly, chin jutting out defiantly.
"My dear, it is not as significant as you may think. Carlisle merely wrote to check on you, and I responded. He then sent a letter telling me of how your father is worried sick about you."
She actually growled as she took an angry step towards him.
"You should have told me!" She wasn't screaming, but it was a close run thing. "You had no right to keep these things from me!"
She was beginning to get teary, but she kept the tears at bay, furious at her own emotions. Aro said nothing, but kept his face neutral, even if his own emotions were crashing against his stony facade, cracking it slightly.
"Won't you say something?" She demanded fiercely.
Aro couldn't. He could not admit to anything at the moment. She pushed angrily at his chest, huffing loudly before storming out of the room, slamming the door behind her.
A long silence blossomed in her wake.
"Aro," Carlisle began hesitantly, but Aro cut him off with a wave.
"I do believe you have reached the end of your visit, old friend," he said in a voice that carried both disappointment and anger.
"It's not right, Aro. She doesn't belong here. If you keep her here, it will destroy h-"
"That is quite enough," Aro interrupted. "She is my mate, Carlisle. If she leaves, she will die, her body will not allow her to live without me."
Carlisle regarded him for a long moment.
"You could have avoided this. If you had only acted like nothing when you met her, this would not be a problem. She is not going to be your play thing, Aro. I won't allow it."
Aro stepped up close to Carlisle, the last fractions of his self-control almost dissipating.
"You will not allow it, you say? Well, you forget your place my friend. I am the king. Not you!" With that, he stormed out, intending to find his mate.
Aro found Bella in her room. She was a mere human, but the speed she had managed to move with was quite surprising even so. She was loitering by her own personal bookshelf, clearly not really seeing her own collection of books. He stepped up behind her silently, gently grabbing her shoulders. She gasped in shock and fell sideways, away from him, turning clumsily to look at him, almost crouching on all fours on the floor. He frowned at her response.
"My Love," he began softly.
She stepped forward, her hand coming round to slap him in the face. Aro caught her wrist, scowling.
"I told you, you should not hit me."
She was breathing harshly, her chest rising and falling in rapid succession.
"You lied to me!"
"I do not lie," he countered darkly.
"Not telling me about that, is lying, Aro!" She burst out, angrily trying to pull her hand free of him. He kept her in place. "Let me go," she added, as she strained to yank free.
He was not quite capable of keeping his own anger at bay.
"My dealings with other people do not concern you," he said, trying to keep his voice calm.
This time she actually laughed in his face, taunting him.
"That's not how this works, and you know it! You are acting like a tyrant! You know full well that this concerned me, and you should have told me!" She was furious, still trying to wrench her hand free of him.
He stepped closer to her, angrily pushing her back against her book case, the furniture rattling warningly as he pinned her in place.
"I will not be spoken to like this. I am still your king." He was breathing harshly, glaring down at her.
Her gaze shifted from his grasp around her wrist to his face, eyes widening. He almost saw sparks of lightning. She glowered at him, eyes alight with contempt.
"That's right, why don't you threaten me? I am only a mere subject of yours?"
Her words made him pause, and he glanced at his firm grip on her. Carefully, he let her go, stepping back, gathering himself somewhat.
She shot him an angry look before bolting for the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. He could have stopped her before the lock clicked, and she knew it too. He could still get to her easily, if he felt like it. However, he allowed her to hide from him. He took a series of harsh breaths, staring in mild consternation at the closed barrier between them, his hand still slightly raised. Doing his best to calm himself, he stepped up to the door.
"Isabella," He said gently, forcing himself to speak softly.
She didn't respond, but he heard the tap being turned and she gulped some water down.
"Please let me in."
No response.
"I was not trying to keep anything from you, my dear," he said gently.
"Bullshit!" She countered angrily, her voice muffled slightly behind the door.
Aro leaned his brow against it, closing his eyes, placing his hand flat against the surface as well.
"My love, please."
"Go away!"
"You will only become sick again. Let us talk this over," he said, trying to harness his barely contained anger.
She didn't respond. He almost wanted to slam his fist through the door, but he controlled himself, wanting to respect her, stepping back, taking a last long look at the wooden surface before he ran at vampire speed out of her rooms.
He entered his study, his foul mood quite plain on his features. Carlisle glanced at him, even as he placed a knight strategically on the chessboard.
"You and your family are meddling in things you know nothing about!" Aro hissed in a barely restrained voice.
He wasn't shocked to discover that his system was already protesting painfully at their separation. It only made him more angry and he grabbed Carlisle by the throat, slamming him against the wall. The doctor's thoughts flooded his mind.
"Why the disbelief, old friend? She is my mate, what else do you need to know?"
Silence.
"Do you realise that if she came back with you, it might very well kill her?" Aro responded angrily to the thoughts of Carlisle.
"What do you mean 'how'? Do you not realise what happens when we are separated for a longer period of time?"
Evidently not.
"Well, doc, she becomes quite ill. We both do, in fact, though I suspect her illness will become fateful long before mine." He was practically spitting with anger now.
Carlisle's mind went quite blank.
"Allow me to hazard a guess; you thought she was here by force, well let me assure you, if she wanted to leave, she would have done so long ago by now." He failed to mention their spoken agreement.
They stared at each other for a long moment.
"Carlisle, I love her." Aro finally said softly, releasing his old friend. "And she is beginning to love me too, if I am not mistaken."
Carlisle remained silent while straightening out his collar.
"Aro, she is… You're not seriously suggesting that…"
"Old friend… What would you have me do?" Aro asked, his voice surrendering to emotions he usually never showed anyone.
"As I said, if you had left her alone, this would not even be a problem."
"It is not that simple, Carlisle," Aro interrupted harshly.
Carlisle sighed, rubbing his eyes in frustration. Aro stepped back, slowly walking to his desk and sitting down. Pain flashed through his skull, and he hissed softly at the sensation. He rubbed his forehead. She must be feeling this too.
"Have you…" Carlisle finally asked cautiously.
"No," Aro said coldly. "If we had, do you think I would be in pain right now?"
"Aro, don't pretend that this is my fault. You should be honest with her. Especially if she really is your true mate."
Aro glared at him.
"I was going to, but I feared she might want to leave me. I could not allow that."
"I thought you said she was free to leave at any time."
Aro sighed darkly.
"Technically, she is, however, our bond will not permit it."
Carlisle slowly sat down in the chair in front of Aro's desk.
"How does she react to it?"
Aro gritted his teeth as more pain wracked him.
"She… cannot keep food down, she becomes tired and weak. Nauseous."
Carlisle frowned.
"I have never heard of such a reaction."
"Then that makes two of us."
They remained silent for a long time.
"I am sorry, Aro," Carlisle finally said thoughtfully.
Aro shrugged.
"You should go talk to her then."
Aro cast a meaningful glance at him.
"I will. She is quite willful however. This is going to take careful consideration to resolve."
"You could show her the letters. It's not like there are any secrets in them."
Aro nodded thoughtfully.
"I could. It will not matter much now. As I said, quite willful."
Carlisle chuckled. Aro glowered at him.
"I fail to see the humour in this, do enlighten me?" He finally snapped.
"You always did say that you missed challenges, that you were sometimes bored," Carlisle said, smirking.
"Your point being?" Aro countered frostily.
Carlisle shrugged.
"This might be the challenge that you needed." He smirked.
"Yes, thank you for that by the way." Aro got to his feet.
"I am going to see her. You know where your rooms are, I trust?"
Carlisle nodded, smiling placidly.
"Feel free to use them, or not."
Carlisle smirked. Aro flashed from the room, aiming for his mates quarters.
He stood outside her room, thinking. He couldn't hear her, but he knew she was still in there. Sighing softly, he knocked. There was no answer. He felt another flash of pain. Impatience filled him again. I was quite late by now, and he hoped she wasn't asleep. If he guessed correctly, she was most likely too unwell to get any sleep by now.
"Isabella, please let me in."
No answer. He felt a strange sense of deja vu.
"Can you hear me?"
Still no answer. He gingerly pushed the doors open and entered her rooms. Everything was dark. There was a thin strip of light across the floor in the small hallway that led to her bathroom. His mate was nowhere to be seen. He swiftly went through the darkness, to the bathroom door, finding it slightly a jar, it being the only source of light. He listened carefully, and finally heard soft sniffles. He knocked gently and peered inside the room. She was where he expected her to be, huddled by the toilet. She had managed to change into a t-shirt, but her legs were bare, resting directly on the cold tiles beneath her. Aro took off his suit jacket, hanging it on the hook on the door.
"Why must you make things so difficult for yourself?" He asked wearily.
A pair of angry red eyes met him as he approached her. He sighed, and knelt beside her just as she retched. Neither of them spoke, but he held her hair back tenderly, allowing her to empty her stomach. Once done, she straightened back up, wiping her mouth. He got up to get her a glass of water, and she rinsed her mouth, spitting the water into the toilet.
"Drink," he urged and she obeyed reluctantly.
He didn't ask for permission, not that she expected him to, but simply lifted her from the floor and walked towards her bedroom. She didn't even fight him, but merely rested against his chest as he settled against the headboard, holding her across his lap not dissimilar to the first time he had found her sick.
They both knew what needed to be done, and didn't resist it, though Aro understood she was reluctant to accept it. She wanted to be alone, away from him, but doing that made her sick. She grudgingly accepted that he needed to be close for now, even if she was angry with him.
She was trembling somewhat, her body surrendering to his proximity. She was soon wracked by full body tremors, shaking like she had been in freezing temperatures, her head in the crook of his neck. He did his best to soothe her, even so a few shaky whimpers did escape her, her teeth chattering sporadically.
"We have to submit to this bond soon. The reactions are becoming stronger each day we delay." He said, knowing full well that she had come to the same realisation as well. She gave a stifled sob.
"I hate you," she whispered miserably after a while.
Pain pierced him, this time it also went through his dead heart.
"I understand." He felt her start to relax gradually despite her anger.
"How come I love you, and hate you at the same time?" She asked, her voice strangled with sorrow.
"I do not know, my love." He sighed, running his fingers down her arm.
"You are utterly infuriating." She sighed with discontent.
"You are not without your own challenges, my dear," he responded in a deep voice that made her shiver.
He held her close for a long time, his head resting back against the headboard.
"I want to go home," she whispered cautiously.
He tensed as her words registered. At first he said nothing, his mind racing with the implications of what she had just said.
"Do you understand that that is impossible, my dear? It would most certainly kill you." He tried to speak earnestly, doing his best to get through to her just how serious the situation would become.
"Yes." She breathed deeply, apparently allowing his smell to fill her. "Which is why I won't leave. But I still want to go home."
"I see," he responded. "I understand."
"It makes no sense," she burst out disparagingly, after a brief silence. "Love should liberate, not confine."
She began to cry again.
"My love, I will not deny you anything. Once this… Situation has settled, you may go visit your home. I will not stop you."
"But that could take years," she whispered miserably.
"Yes." He agreed softly. "The universe has conspired to help us find each other. It must mean that we belong together, even if for now, it makes no sense."
Aro scowled slightly. Damn Cullens. Things had been going so well, and of course they had to come and try to ruin everything. She continued to cry into his neck, and it pained him that he had nothing to say that could soothe her.
"Have you considered giving in to our bond?" He asked after another long silence.
She stiffened considerably.
"It might help with our predicament. The longer we resist, the more unwell you will become." And I too for that matter, he thought inwardly.
"Something in me just wants to give in, but I'm scared, Aro. What if it gets worse?" He frowned at that.
"My dear, how could it possibly get any worse than this?"
She sighed, twisting her fingers in her lap.
"I…" she gulped slightly, thinking. "I already think of you nonstop. I am perpetually drawn to you. I feel this strong urge all the damn time. It's like I have this itch that I can't reach, it is inside me, and I am getting desperate…. I think... only you can scratch it."
He remained silent, waiting. "The thing is, if I allowed you to scratch that itch, what if I never wanted you to stop?"
He considered her words mutely.
"Well then I suppose I would have to never stop," he finally responded.
She didn't answer, but seemed to contemplate her situation.
"Is loving me that bad?" He asked gently, trying to keep the hurt from his voice.
She sighed.
"No." She straightened up to look into his eyes. "I just wish I had a choice."
Aro didn't know what to say to that. They stared at each other for a long time. She glanced at his lips for a split second, and he waited with bated breath. Finally she leaned in, slowly placing a chaste kiss at the corner of his mouth.
"I'm sorry, I tried to slap you," she said when pulling back.
He almost chuckled at that.
"Amore, you could never hurt me like that." He glanced at her lips again, dearly wanting to kiss her. "For what it is worth, I too apologise. I should have told you. I am afraid I was too selfish once again. I feared you wanted to leave if you knew how things were back at your home."
Her eyes filled with years again, but she bit her lip, keeping them back. She closed her eyes and took a deep steadying breath.
"You really hurt me," she whispered, her voice choking slightly.
"I understand."
"I need time to think, but I can't be apart from you. I kinda want to keep my distance, because I know you are hurting too, and by god do you deserve it." She sighed tiredly. "But it won't do much except maybe kill me in the end."
They fell back into contemplative silence, Aro had no solution to her predicament.
"What did Carlisle say about us being mates?" She finally asked, her fingers fiddling with the top button on his shirt.
"He's struggling to believe it." She released a soft chuckle. Aro placed a kiss on her temple.
"Well, that makes two of us then," she said, sounding slightly amused.
He merely hummed in response.
She kept fiddling with his shirt collar, finally managing to let a button slip free of its hole. He froze as he realised what she was doing.
"Are you quite prepared to go down that road, my dear?" He asked, his voice suddenly quite tense.
She looked at him, uncertainly.
"I won't do anything, I just want to try something. You are in pain, aren't you?"
He gave a terse nod.
"I want to help," she whispered, opening another button, then another.
"I fear I may not be able to control myself, love," he hissed as her fingers dutifully got most of his shirt open before she began to stroke his bare chest, moving his Volturi pendant aside so she could get better access.
"You would never hurt me like that," she whispered, her eyes transfixed on his white skin.
Aro almost groaned with frustration, turning his eyes to the heavens. She had too much faith in him. He kept completely still, because if he moved, he knew he would lose control. Her slightly cool fingers on his skin was a balm to his aching head, but it was like napalm to his desire.
"Does that help with the pain?" She asked curiously after a while.
"That depends on what pain you are referring to," he responded rather tersely. His cock gave a violent twitch every so often beneath her, but his head had indeed grown less heavy.
She shifted a little in his lap, leaning forward so she could place a gentle kiss at the base of his throat. He released a soft growl from the bottom of his chest.
"Isabella, I must warn you," he began, swallowing thickly.
She kissed his chest, her lips sealing lightly on his skin. Aro leaned his head back against the headboard, closing his eyes, fighting to maintain control of his baser urges. She inhaled deeply against his skin, her nose poking his chest, then her tongue flicked out to taste him.
"Il diletta," he whispered, tilting his head back down so he could look at her.
Her bright eyes met his crimson ones for a split second, then they crashed together, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss that stole away the very air from around them.
Aro couldn't help himself, he shifted their position, gently placing her down on the sheets so he could stretch out on top of her, placing a knee between her legs for balance. He was already fully erect and couldn't resist bucking his hips gently against her, grazing her lower abdomen with his erection. Her T-shirt was already pushed up to her navel, her creamy skin bared tantalisingly to his gaze. She moaned softly, clinging to him, her hips jerking slightly as her insides clenched fiercely.
Aro released her lips, resting his brow against hers, taking a few deep breaths to try and regain his composure. Failing that, he began to kiss her again, moving to her jaw, then her throat. He ground against her, groaning slightly. He licked her pulse greedily, suckling her skin. She whimpered, once again shuddering deliciously beneath him. He needed to be inside her. She was panting already, but she seemed to try and regain her own control, she placed her hands flat on his chest, slowing him down.
"Please," he said softly, kissing her neck. "We must submit, my love," he whispered hotly.
She didn't answer, her body apparently in full control for the moment, and she seemed to be focusing on collecting the reigns. She was rocking her hips, her core rubbing against his thigh, a series of shivers shooting through her system. He was tempted to just take her right then and there. Her body language was definitely telling him what she wanted. Aro grabbed her wrists and placed her hands above her head, insinuating himself between her legs. He looked at her, his gaze burning. Then he rolled his pelvis, his clothed erection pushing against her panty clad centre. A throaty moan escaped her, and she tried to pull her hands free of his grasp so she could hold onto him. He didn't let her go, but simply ground against her again, and then again. She struggled slightly against him, her hips rising up to meet him, trying to get more direct contact, but also futilely trying not to give in completely. She was trembling beneath him now, her body already screaming for release.
Aro moved against her again, kissing her simultaneously, and she moaned fiercely into his mouth, jumping sharply against him as he made a sharper impact against her. He was insensate with desire, practically dry humping her by now. She stiffened suddenly, her breathing catching in her chest, and he knew she was so very close. Then he stopped, hovering his hips just out of her reach. She released his lips, scowling confusedly up at him.
"Aro, I was almost there," she managed somewhat angrily.
"Yes, I know my dear." He said, kissing his way down her throat, nibbling her skin.
She shuddered again.
"Tell me what you need," he whispered hotly, licking her pulse again.
She didn't respond to him, but merely turned her head so he gained better access. He lost control momentarily, grinding against her a few more times, groaning deep in his throat. She jackknifed slightly, her body responding viscerally to his touch. She pulled her knees up, spreading her legs fully for him, begging him to continue so she could get her release. He stopped again, and she arched her back off the bed, trying to get her hands free of him again, sighing indignantly.
"Submit to me, and I will give you what you want," he said, his mouth only a fraction of an inch from hers.
She huffed in frustration.
"Do you really think I don't want to?" She spat.
"Then why do you fight it, my love?" He asked in a low voice. She sighed. Aro rolled his hips against her again, barely giving her the contact she so desperately craved from him.
"Because you made me so angry! And because it scares me, that I want you even so," she breathed, trying to lift her pelvis up to gain contact, sighing when he once more thwarted her attempts.
"Do you fear me?"
"No."
"Do you trust me?"
"Also no." He could tell she was somewhat sarcastic. He almost chuckled.
"Do you love me?"
She paused and looked at him. She licked her lips and then nodded.
"Yes." Her voice was breathless.
He kissed her deeply, passionately.
"Then what more do you need?"
"I need to be in control of myself, Aro. The way I just want to throw myself at you, it's scary- ah!"
Aro had thrust his pelvis forward, pushing against her core directly, and she jerked sharply against him.
"It is our bond, my love," he hissed as he continuously rocked against her.
She became breathless almost instantly, her back arching up into him.
"I promise you, the longer you hold out the worse it will get." He couldn't hold back much longer. He let go of her hands, holding on to her shoulders as he bucked against her again and again, groaning as he felt her hastily approach an orgasm.
She flung her arms around his shoulders, practically wrapped around him, as she panted sharply into the crook of his neck. She whimpered, her body starting to convulse beneath him.
"Please, please, please," she whispered hotly, begging for him to continue. Aro couldn't deny her. She was almost sobbing with relief, when the orgasm crashed down on her, and she clung to him, her hips rolling against him. He pressed against her, greedily feeling her inner muscles contract rhythmically again and again against his clothed erection. Oh, how he needed to feel that around his cock.
When she slumped, Aro kissed the corner of her mouth and grudgingly rolled off her. He was in pain, his cock throbbing with need. He laid back on the bed, closing his eyes. He felt her sit up slowly on the bed beside him. He ignored her for now, taking long deep breaths to regain control of himself. He suddenly felt her lean in somewhat, and he opened his eyes curiously. He managed to catch her wrist just before her hand landed on his clothed manhood.
"What are you doing?" He asked in a would-be-calm voice.
"I want to help you too," she said, looking at the obvious bulge in his trousers.
"That would be unwise, my dear."
She frowned.
"Why?"
Aro closed his eyes and sighed. Patience.
"Because, I do not think I can stop myself from taking you, if my cock is released from its confines. So unless you are prepared for what may come, please do not continue."
"But…"
"Do you realise how very close I was to fucking you in the car today?" He let her hands go and began to button up his shirt.
She placed her small hand on his erection, making him grow rigid.
"Do you realise how close I was to letting you?" She countered. "Even now, I want you so badly it actually hurts."
"Isabella, do you think I am any more comfortable?" He thrust up into her hand, pressing his length into her palm. "We could end it, right here and now," he added softly.
She bit her lip, seemingly also struggling.
"You lied to me," she then whispered. "You shouldn't have done that."
He didn't break eye contact, but looked steadily back at her.
"I know. I am truly sorry, love. I will not be keeping anything from you again, you have my word. I can only ask that you forgive me?" They stared at each other for a long moment, her hand still on his crotch.
She continued to bite into her lower lip, thinking. Then she nodded slowly.
"Thank you," he sighed, relieved.
"You don't get many more chances, Aro," she said. "There is only so much I can take."
He swallowed thickly, but then nodded.
"That seems fair," he responded softly.
She looked down at him for a long time, seemingly pondering her next move. Then quite suddenly she clambered on top of him, straddling his pelvis. He instinctively grabbed her hips, keeping her from pressing down on his all too eager member. Then she leaned down and kissed him, her soft tongue entering his slightly parted lips. Aro was quite confused by now.
"Isabella, what-."
She straightened up quite suddenly and in a fluid motion pulled off her T-shirt, flinging it from the bed, baring herself to his hot gaze.
"You better make this good, oh king," she said, smiling down at him as she placed his cold hands on her breasts.
Aro was burning with need to be inside of her, and he could tell from her expression that she was too.
"You do realise what you are saying, my love?" He hissed softly, even as he allowed his pelvis to thrust upwards, as his palms landed on her soft flesh. He groaned with hot need, barely restraining himself.
She bit her lip again, giving a hesitant nod. Then she began to open his shirt again, loosening all the buttons, pulling it from his trousers. He assisted her, sitting up so she could pull it free of him, soon allowing the soft fabric to fall from the bed as well. She ran her hands down his chest, her breathing heavy with desire.
"You are certain, amore? Once I bed you, I will not be letting you go." He thrust upwards again, groaning softly as his mind already imagined her wrapped around him, screaming her pleasure to the rafters as he plunged into her again and again.
"I am a greedy and jealous lover. You will be mine, and I will be yours. Do you truly understand what that means?" He was speaking with passion, barely restraining himself from rolling her over and entering her sweet cunt in one swift thrust.
She shivered at his words, her hips bucking slightly.
"I will possess you in every sense of the word, do you hear me?" He hissed, grunting slightly as he thrust upwards again. "I will turn you inside out, your body will become mush in my hands. Are you ready for that, my sweet?"
She shuddered deliciously against him, apparently enjoying his dirty talk.
"You have this one chance to deny me, my dear. I cannot promise that I will be able to stop myself from now on. Once I enter your body, I will be entering your very soul," he growled, taking her hips to press her firmly against his manhood. "So you better be quite certain, carissima."
She was fairly breathless as she took in his words, and she all but moaned softly. She leaned down and kissed him briefly again.
"I submit, Aro," she whispered against his lips. "You better be able to fulfill all those promises."
That was all he needed, in one fluid motion, she was beneath him again.
"Oh, do not worry my love, I will give you so much pleasure, you may very well pass out."
She scoffed with disbelief, almost laughing at his confidence.
"A little cocksure aren't we?" She said, sighing as he kissed her throat gently.
He looked back into her face, flashing her a smile.
"With good reason. Your sweet little cunt is going to take all of my cock, all the way in, and you will be trembling with release soon enough," he countered, smirking darkly, pushing against her again.
She gasped at his words, her body reacting instinctively.
"See, you want me to take you, can you feel it? You need me to possess you, so bad I can smell it, almost taste it in fact." He growled deep in his throat, suckling her throat again.
She whimpered at his words, and he felt her cunt twitch fiercely as he ground against her.
He swiftly relieved himself of his trousers, his rock hard cock springing forth. He bent down to kiss her greedily, his hands pulling her hips towards his, and he ground against her, feeling the flimsy barrier of her panties move across her puffy labia. He was tempted to fuck her instantly, but he knew she needed to be prepared for his girth first.
He kissed her hungrily, breathing in her sweet scent, duelling her tongue with his before he made his way lower, placing a wet kiss below her jaw, on her throat, at the base of her throat. He licked her collar bone, suckling her slightly salty skin, feeling her pulse strum against his lips, as he lit a trail of scorching fire down her body, using his tongue to quench and relight the kindling. He took her breast in his mouth in turn, laving her nipples until they stood fully erect. She was watching him as he progressed down her body, clearly aiming for her core. It wasn't long before he was nuzzling her soft curls at the top of her sex, and she gasped softly as he sank his teeth into her skin, not breaking the skin. The resulting jolt flashed to her clit, flooding her core with molten lava.
Aro settled between her legs, spreading her labia gently, easily locating her clit. When he suckled it gently into his mouth, she fell back on the bed, moaning softly, her pelvis rising off the bed to meet him. He allowed his hands to slide beneath her buttocks, holding onto her while he pleasured her. She was now unable to grind against him or even pull away when she needed a break from the intense feelings. He kept every caress light, leaving her both wanting more and far too sensitive to accept everything he had to give.
Her moans were music to his ears, and he lazily kept alternating between deep pulls on her clit, and soft lashings of his tongue before sealing his lips tenderly on various places, her clit, labia, the edge of her thighs. He even swiped lower once in a while, dancing across her puckered rear, noting how it made her contract fiercely every time. Her moves became increasingly erratic, her body clawing its way towards her next climax.
He placed a finger at her already slick entrance, and prodded it inside, rubbing at her walls, feeling them flutter and contract around his intruding digit. She gave a harsh cry when he entered her, her back arching sharply. He added a finger and stroked her leisurely, attaching his lips to her clit. She released a harsh cry, her body giving a lurch as she was hurtled over the edge, and he had a hard time keeping her in place as she jerked and shuddered against him. He began to stroke that particular spongy area inside her, and she jackknifed hard, shouting incoherently as she tensed immediately, her body trembling for a second before she once more climaxed. Her juices were like a nectar he never knew he needed, the copious amounts making it easy to finger her until she nearly tried to get out from under him. He held her in place, easily coaxing her to another strong release, her fingers clenching the sheets beneath her. Her feet were drumming on the bed on either side of him, her body already damp with sweat. As she recovered from her latest orgasm, Aro slowly moved up her body, settling himself between her legs. She was panting heavily, her heart hammering in her chest. He placed a kiss on her sternum, then on her chin before capturing her mouth in a kiss that almost blistered them both.
He nudged her limp legs further apart to gain better access, and placed himself at her entrance, allowing his cock to slide up and down between her labia, spreading her essence over his shaft. Then he placed the head against her tight opening, and lowered himself down so their chests were flat against each other. He placed his arm beneath her shoulder, keeping her gently in place, and then looked deeply into her eyes.
"This may hurt," he whispered, his lips very close to hers.
She licked her lips, nodding once. Aro braced himself, and then moved his hips, surging forward, his manhood penetrating her in one long deep thrust, pushing in as far as she could take him. A scream rent the air, and she clamped her limbs around his body, tight like a boa constrictor. He felt her tight cunt take him in, her silken walls caressing him exquisitely, and he had to exert every ounce of self control to not start pounding her into the bed straight away. She was so deliciously tight, he could not help but grunt as he entered her, clinging to her almost as tightly as she clung to him, pressing her into the mattress.
"Oh my god, please stay still, don't move, Aro, please don't move!" She said in a gut wrenching voice, her fingers digging hard into his back. He was lucky that her short nails could not penetrate his skin, for he would certainly have been clawed to within an inch of his life.
"I will not move, love. Let me know when you are ready," he said, slightly breathless with the task of keeping completely still. "Do not forget to breathe," he added gently, smelling her tears as they sprang to her eyes.
She was trembling violently as she fought to ward off the pain of his sudden intrusion into her snug body. He was trembling too, but for different reasons. She was gripping him so fiercely, he was nearly going lightheaded from the pleasure. He had no inkling as to how he was supposed to keep from erupting the second he moved within her.
She took a long time to regain her composure, and finally she began to breathe more slowly. She was still clinging to him, her grip not loosening much. but he sensed her body relaxing marginally as she began to grow accustomed to his presence within her.
"Is it better now?" He asked, brushing her hair out of her face. She nodded, swallowing thickly, as she sank back onto the bed.
"It's not hurting as much right now," she managed.
He waited for her to adjust, and she settled a little beneath him, as she examined the feeling of him. Suddenly she clenched her inner muscles hard around him, and he jumped, groaning viciously as he nearly erupted then and there. His pelvis rocked instinctively, pushing even deeper inside her before he regained control and retook his previous position. As he moved though, she gasped loudly, her body growing quite rigid, her insides clamping down again. Aro gave another harsh grunt as he once again stroked a little deeper inside her, unable to resist the pull of her snug heat.
She moaned uncontrollably as she felt him rub at her untouched walls. Her channel rippled and he gritted his teeth, sensing that she was ready for him to move a little more, he carefully withdrew from her almost all the way. He kissed her as he plunged back in, thrusting as deeply as before, and she gave a cry into his mouth, her body stiffening slightly beneath him. He hissed as the pleasure of her hot tight body encased him, the feeling so delicious it should almost be illegal. He reluctantly halted his movement, keeping in place in case he was hurting her.
"No, please don't stop, it's okay," she whispered hotly, trembling slightly.
He delivered another deep thrust, feeling his length caress and stroke her deeply. She moaned incoherently, her body stiff as a board. He could tell she was close, and so he began to fuck her more insistently, keeping his pace slow and deep, pushing into her until he hit her pelvic bone.
"I can feel your pretty cunt rippling around me, my love. You are nearly strangling me with how much you are clenching and unclenching. Is it because you are about to climax for me? Does it feel good when I plunge into you like this?" He spoke in a soft murmur, his deep voice dripping into her ear.
She whimpered sharply, and it took her all of three thrusts before she orgasmed hard, her body curled in upon itself, her mouth pressed against his chest, as she shuddered violently against him. Her muscles clamped him so tightly that he couldn't hold out. He had to stroke her, deep and harder.
"Good girl, my sweet Isabella," he groaned as he felt his climax rush in, and he gave a couple of harder thrusts, making her whimper again. The sound sent him over, and he spilled himself deep within her, moaning and panting, holding her closely to him, his pelvis undulating passionately into her sweet heat as she took his seed. He stilled on top of her, taking a few deep breaths, his nostrils filling with the scent of her lavender shampoo.
She kept completely still too. Eventually he began to thrust again, making her groan all the way back in her throat. He stroked her deeply, prodding her walls with his manhood, quite easily coaxing her into another quivering orgasm. As she came down, he pulled from her snug channel, smelling the blood long before seeing it. He placed himself behind her on the bed, lifting her leg over his hip, easily penetrating her again, his free hand splayed across her lower abdomen, controlling her unpractised movements against him. She whimpered as he entered her, her fingers clutching onto the sheets again, as he began a steady rhythm, holding her quite close.
Aro suckled on her earlobe, feeling her insides giving a pull at the sensation, and he placed his fingers at the top of her swollen labia, nudging her distended clit gently. She trembled again, and he stroked her until she came apart again, her cunt squeezing him until he nearly exploded. He growled and rolled her onto her stomach, practically pounding into her now. He grabbed her hands, and placed them in front of her face, jolting her body every time he thrust forward. She was moaning and whimpering into the duvet, unable to do much as he had her pinned beneath him. He pushed a hand beneath her hips, catching her clit between his questing fingers. She gave a harsh cry, her body bucking gently. Her insides clenched fiercely, and he groaned, giving a few deep thrusts, his essence spilling forth once more, depositing deeply within her. He slumped slightly again, kissing her shoulder blades, as he recovered himself. His cock hadn't softened, and he withdrew from her, flipping her back over, swiftly thrusting into her again. She grunted deeply, her body trembling again. Still buried in her, he used his thighs to close her legs, straddling her thighs. Then he captured her hands, placing them above her head, his face buried in her throat. As he delivered the first thrust into her, he also latched onto her throat, suckling her skin, scraping his teeth gently against her. She jerked harshly, though completely immobilised by him.
"Oh my god!" she moaned, her head snapping back as he gave another deep push inside her. She grew completely rigid, her muscles trembling with the effort.
"Oh god, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop," she chanted, and he felt her inner muscles seize him viciously.
"I would never," he hissed, rolling his pelvis again, seating himself deeply within her, nudging the back of her walls. It was all she needed as she came apart, her body shuddering against him. He increased his pace slightly, allowing her to soon find another release, her cries only mildly disconcerted at how easily he could make her lose control. He kept fucking her tenderly, feeling her body need it. She could barely handle it, as he stroked her to an entirely new dimension of pleasure. He granted her another orgasm, and she was sobbing now, tears leaking from her eyes, mingling with the sweat dotting her skin. He didn't relent, taking his time in showing her the sweet agony of pleasure, eventually coaxing her to another strong climax. She was keening now, her body practically arching off the bed, her mouth pleading for him to stop but yet continue. Aro held her sweat-slickened body close, increasing his thrusts, both delivering them harder and faster, stroking her straight into a screaming peak, her body exploding around him. This was almost too easy, and he felt his balls tighten as she got ready for another. He groaned into her throat.
"One last climax, my love, come for me one last time," he urged as he rode into her, his hips rolling and undulating against her with almost no restraint.
She was quite delirious, her head rolling from one side to the other, not sure if she could handle another. Aro searched out a nipple, giving it a deep pull, feeling her lurch sharply, her insides gripping him like a silken fist, before exploding into a series of convulsions that extracted his own release. He pushed into her as deeply as he could, grinding against her as he spurted again, furiously groaning and moaning into her skin. Then they both slumped.
She grew quite still, and he looked into her face. She had grown unconscious, her flushed face sweaty, her lips swollen red from his passion. He extracted himself from her body, examining her carefully between the legs. Her lips were puffy and red, but not much blood lingered. He could see his seed gently leaking out from her. He gingerly rearranged her body, trying to make her comfortable, but she woke as he did so.
"What happened?" She croaked, her throat raw from her screaming.
"I am afraid you passed out a minute. Are you alright?"
She looked quite shocked at his explanation.
"You can't be serious! You literally fucked me senseless on the first try?"
He couldn't suppress a pleased smirk.
"Well, I had quite a promise to uphold," he said, flashing her his teeth.
She sighed distractedly, running a hand through her dishevelled hair.
"Would you like a shower before going to sleep? It might be prudent."
She raised herself up on her elbows to examine herself.
"Yup, definitely shower," she agreed.
Aro gallantly helped her down from the bed, whereupon she immediately stumbled, her legs not seeming capable of carrying her weight. He caught her easily, her nose level with his chest.
"Goodness my dear. You do not need to stroke my ego quite as much, I am well aware of my talents." She scowled playfully up at him. "Though I shall not of course complain," he added, placing a simple kiss on her lips.
"How many times did I…?" she asked, righting herself, finding her feet carefully.
"I do not know, love. I lost count after the 7th." She spun to look at him, her expression quite shocked.
"Wow," she mused as he grinned wolfishly down at her.
He chuckled deeply and took her hand, leading her out into the bathroom, quite keen on introducing her to the many practical uses of a detachable shower head.
Sooo, did you survive the wall of text? Lol!
I do apologise for the lengthy chapter, but I didn't feel like splitting it, only knowing that you would probably not be happy with another cliffhanger. Lol!
Please let me know what you think! I looove to read your thoughts!
-Pancakes