"S-Sandor." Sansa whispered, her breath rising in the cold night air like smoke from the dark caverns of a dragons mouth. Sandor's hands were upon her; Rucking up her lace nightgown so it bunched around her hips, cupping her breast in his hand as he stroked between her legs. She didn't know what had came over him, "Sandor." She murmured, as he pressed hungry kisses to her cheek. He stroked her gently, rubbing small circles across her clit, and between her legs where her folds dripped and waited to be filled.
She rutted against his hand, grinding her hands as her pelvis rocked back and forth. She liked how his lips tasted of mint and sweet-summers wine, "Oh gods. I'm going to faint . . . I cant . . . Sandor." She cried, tears falling from eyelashes that fluttered like a butterfly's wings. He soothed her, pressing chaste kisses to her neck, face, collarbones; anywhere he could find where her skin was hot and flush, and feverishly red. Sandors words were calming, "You're alright. Sansa, look at me. Sansa," She turned to him.
Her lips were parted, a silent O of anticipation. He stroked her cheek, "I want you to enjoy this. Breathe, alright?" She nodded, nibbling the fleshy pink of her lip. His fingers drifted back to her mound, before he hesitantly plunged a finger, long and thick, into her northern lips. She shuddered, "Oh gods." and Sandor laughed; the faint whisper of his name causing him to smile. His motions were soft, tender, burningly pure as they swept and threatened to drown her in rapture.
Sansa flung her head back, "I like it. I like it. I like." She sobbed, tears streaming down a face that was contorted In lust. Sandor removed his hand from her sensitive mound, "Sansa. Sansa. Sansa. You're alright, little bird. You're alright," He murmured. Sansa felt him cup her cheek, pressing a kiss against her lips that were pouted and pink. He held her close, and Sansa could feel the hard tautness of muscle on his battle-worn chest. Sansa felt the calloused pad of his thumb brush away her tears, "I'm here. Little bird, I'm here."
Sansa swallowed back the sobs, her body twitching beneath his skilled fingers. His lips were soft against her throat, the half-burnt side slightly rougher than the rest. His stubble scratched her bosom, "I'm you're hound, Sansa."
Sansa replied a few moments later; eyes sweeping open and shut, as she clutched onto the lank strands of dark hair. She pulled him closer to her, smiling despite the overwhelming urge to sob. Her words were the whisper of a dragonflies wings, "I'm you're bird." Sandor nodded, rubbing the side of his face against her chest. He liked how soft she was, "And nothing may ever come between us."
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