Once Betrayed Never Forgotten

Chapter 74: Lessons in Lovemaking

“There are other ways to make love besides penetration,” Aleksandr whispers in my ear, his breath cold against my skin. “Let me show you.”

He caresses my arm, pulling me closer to him, so that I can feel the glacial coldness emanating from his tall, muscular physique.

I’m already naked, thanks to the cruel actions of my captors earlier, when they literally ripped my clothes off of my body in their attempt to gang rape

1. me.

My captors… those bastards. I almost forgot about them.

I cast my eyes around at the clearing, scattered with blood and body parts, splatterings of wet gore glistening in the moonlight. Aleksandr basically tore them to shreds in a fit of rage, and now we’re standing in the middle of a blood bath.

Colton’s torso, disembodied from the waist down, lies just a few feet away, his sightless dead eyes still staring eerily out into nothingness. I grimace, thinking about how just a few hours ago I was flirting with him, even planning to give my virginity to him.

I’ve been a naive little girl, a fool – but no longer. I know what I want and what I want is Aleksandr.

“Can we go someplace else?” I ask, unable to tear my eyes from the sight of Colton’s crumpled torso streaked with gore lying sprawled in the leaf litter.

“Of course,” Aleksandr says with an affectionate chuckle, glancing around at the carnage that surrounds us. “I’ve grown so used to the sight of blood and butchery over the centuries, I barely notice it anymore. I suppose it must not be very appealing to you. I’ll take you somewhere more… romantic.”

He says the word “romantic” with a smirk, and I smile, wondering what he has in mind.

Before I can ask him to elaborate, he scoops me up, bridal style, holding me tight against his chest. In an instant we’re in the air, his massive dark wings having materialised out of nowhere in the blink of an eye. The tops of the trees below us grow smaller and smaller, and in seconds we’re soaring high above the forest, higher and higher. I begin to shiver, clinging to him for dear life as we ascend.

It doesn’t help that I’m completely naked, and his immortal unliving body doesn’t generate any heat to keep me warm. The cold wind gusts over us as we soar through the air, and I nestle tighter into his chest, my teeth chattering.

“Don’t worry, little dove,” he says, holding me tight. “We’re almost there. Just a few more minutes of the cold night air. And I promise you, it will be warm and cosy where we’re going.”

We fly in silence after that, and I look down, watching the lights of the university fade away into the distance as we soar through the black night. After some time, I can smell the salty tang of sea air.

As we begin our descent, the rugged silhouette of the Califonia coast emerges, illuminated by the faint glow of the moon. The sound of the crashing waves grows louder, and the salty tang of the sea air becomes more pronounced. We glide down gracefully, landing on the terrace of a stunning mansion perched on the edge of the cliffs.

The mansion is a masterpiece of architectural beauty, blending modern elegance with touches of classic charm. Its exterior is adorned with smooth, cream–colored stones, and large bay windows that reflect the moonlight. The terrace, where we land, is spacious, with an intricately designed wrought iron railing that offers an unobstructed view of the ocean’s expanse.

“Your holiday house?” I ask with a smirk, and he smiles back, without putting me down as he strides across the terrace.

“One of many,” he says. “Hundreds, in fact. I have houses and hideaways in every major city across the globe. This one of my favourites”

Aleksandr opens the massive double doors with a mere wave of his hand, revealing the mansion’s grand interior. As we step inside, the candles in the ornate chandeliers light up one by one, as if awakened by our presence, tasting a warm, golden glow over the foyer. The floor is laid with polished marble, reflecting the light in a dance of warm hues. The walls are adorned with tasteful modern art, abstract seascapes in muted blues and greens. It’s a world away from the creepy, ancient portraits and macarbe oil paintings that line the corridors of the Castle of Endless Night Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

He carries me up a magnificent flight of marble stairs, each step echoing softly in the vastness of the mansion. I’m tempted to ask him to slow down, to let me walk around this vast palatial house, and take in my surroundings- everything’s happening so quickly. But he’s a man on a mission, marching up the stairs with determined haste.

At the top of the staircase, he opens the doors to a grand master bedroom, which takes my breath away. The room is simply massive, and decorated in soothing whites and oceanic colors, with accents of driftwood and sea glass that evoke the feeling of a luxurious seaside retreat.

One wall of the room is a colossal window, offering a mesmerizing view of the dark, restless moonlit sea under the night sky. As we enter, the fireplace

Chapter 74. Lessons in Lovemaking

on the opposite wall ignites by itself, the golden flames flickering and casting a cozy warmth throughout

the room.

Aleksandr gently lays me down on the four poster hed, its soft linens and plush pillows enveloping me in comfort.

“Is this more to your liking, little dove?” He asks, and I blush with pleasure glancing around the luxurious room.

“Yes, it’s way more romantic than a dingy forest clearing filled with dead bodies,” I say, stilling a giggle.

“Indeed,” Aleksandr agrees, his eyes hungrily taking in the sight of my naked figure lying on the bed, eating up every inch as I lie on my back, waiting for him, ready for him.

“Now, where were we?” He asks, absently running a finger from my belly button down to my groin, tracing a straight line until he reaches the top of my aching pussy lips.

As his fingers brush over the sensitive area, I can feel my hot pussy juices flowing, and 1 arch my back in anticipation,

He gets down on his knees, gently spreading my legs apart. He runs his fingers around my labio, just touching me lightly with the tips of his fingers, sending a shiver of desire through my body,

He’s taking his time, and enjoying every second of it

Slowly, he pushes aside my pussy lips, revealing my throbbing, swollen clit I feel another wave of wetness gush out as he brushes his fingers over my slick hot arousal.

“F*ck, Arianna, you’re so wet for me,” Aleksandr whispers as he rubs me, continuing to stroke his his fingers over my clit slowly and softly, rhythmically.

It’s too much to bear.

“Oh my god, f*ck,” 1 moan breathlessly, shivering in ecstasy as be removes the finger that’s circling my clit to taste the wetness coating it, savouring the sweet flavour as he sighs in appreciation, before moving it back down again to my hot wet cunt. Breathing heavily and moaning, I arch my back with every stroke of his fingers, the pace getting faster and faster, almost there, so soon, too soon, but it’s too amazing to pull myself back….

“More… Aleksandr, I need more,” I moan, desperate for him to bury his huge deadly cock inside of me, to fill me with his poison seed, regardless of the pain and the danger.

“Oh, there’s plenty more coming,” he whispers, his voice as smooth as velvet. “We’re only just getting started. You won’t remember your own name by the time I’m done with you tonight.”

And then, his piercing glacial blue eyes greedily devouring the sight of my inflamed, waiting pussy, he dips his head between my legs, dark hair falling over his eyes, as he really gets to work.

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