All right guys, I'm back, so sorry for the delay! I tried something new later on in the chapter, where I jump back and forth between both perspectives so hopefully it still works. I only plan to do it for that one scene, but if enough of you don't care for it, I'll go back and change it.
~Sansa~
Within ten minutes we were riding quietly away from the inn, moving at a slow, but determined pace through the darkness of the early morning hours. Sandor's free hand wrapped around my waist and held me tightly. I couldn't blame him—I was certain I'd put him through several hours of torture from my behavior while in the presence of Waltyr and his men. It had been a necessary evil, but that didn't make me feel any better about hurting him. I slid my hand on top of his, squeezing it lightly and feeling grateful that I hadn't needed to keep up the charade for very long. It had killed me to look into his eyes and see the pain written there after I'd been aloof and distant to him.
But, oh, he loved me! It was too good to be true—too much to process now, but still my heart beat wildly and my stomach churned in remembrance of his words. He loved me. I was running away from the chance to be reunited with my family, but I would be with Sandor, the man who had stolen my heart. I could scarcely contain myself.
They would forgive me, I hoped, once they received my letter and understood why I'd left. Surely Robb would understand—Robb who'd also married for love, abdicating a prior engagement for the chance to be with the woman who held his heart. At the inn I'd requested quill, ink, and paper from the maid before bed, and had written two letters—one for Waltyr explaining our disappearance, and one for Mother and Robb. I smirked at the thought of Waltyr's shock upon reading its contents—contents that revealed that I had no intention of marrying anyone other than Sandor Clegane and that I had no further need of their aid to find my way home. But I hoped he would honor my request to deliver the other letter to Robb. I hadn't, after all, been rude or cruel, just honest.
The smell of salt and fish struck me and in the next moment I recognized the rolling, shifting darkness rising ahead of us as the water of the harbor. There was no one moving about at the docks yet—it was still several hours before sunrise—so Sandor led us to a little secluded spot, shielded from the road by stacks of cargo, but still with a view of the harbor so we could see the moment there was signs of activity. He dismounted behind me, then reached up to take me by the waist and lifted me effortlessly from Stranger's back. His hands lingered on me for a moment after he'd settled me gently on the ground, sending a thrill through me as his touches always did. I held my breath, closing my eyes for a moment as I imagined his heavy fingers brushing across my bare skin. I couldn't help but wish it would become reality before long.
After he'd secured Stranger, he seated himself next to me where I leaned against a crate, looking out over the open water. He put his arm around my shoulders and drew me close to him.
"Oh, Sandor," I whispered as the cool, night air kissed my cheeks and ruffled my hair, bringing with it a fresh scent of the sea. "Do you think we can book passage on one of them?" The ships that I spoke of rose and fell in the harbor, lulling me with their swaying movements. The fatigue from our long day was finally settling on me—the adrenaline of our escape ebbing away like the distant waves after crashing against the rocks.
"Aye," he rasped, "Sea captains speak in the language of gold and silver, and we have that." He turned to me and I heard the smile in his voice. "Your pretty lord paid me for you."
A gasp escaped my lips and I pushed at his chest. "No! And you took it?" I was smiling too, despite myself.
He chuckled, "I wasn't going to. I was angry—I wouldn't have ever wanted you to think I'd take money in place of you," his grip on my shoulder tightened. "I'd planned to leave it. But then you came to me, and I changed my mind." I heard the grin again as he continued, "That money comes from your family, meant to pay me for keeping you safe and that's what I'm doing. Need money to protect you since you're the most beautiful woman in Westeros." He pushed the hair back from my face and kissed my lips, which pulled away in a demure smile at his flattery.
"Mmm, do you think so?" I mumbled, as his warm breath caressed my skin. I hovered inches from his face with my eyes closed—his hand still cupped my cheek.
"Aye," he whispered hoarsely, his lips lightly brushing mine again. "Me and every other fucker who lays eyes on you. Didn't you see how that prick looked at you?" He growled and gripped my arm tighter, "I wanted to poke his eyes out of his smug little head." He inhaled sharply and kissed me again—harder this time—releasing his frustration into my mouth as he proved I belonged to him.
When his lips finally left mine, I smiled up at him. "I know. I'm sorry, Sandor. I knew it was awful to treat you how I did, especially while he was flattering me and trying to win me over." I cast my gaze to the hard-packed earth we were sitting on. "I felt terrible, but I was afraid of what they might do to you. I wanted to throw him off by making him feel comfortable—making him think I wanted to go with him and get away from you." I looked back up at him apologetically.
He gave me a sad smile as he stroked my arm. "Well, you did a damn good job of it—you had both of us fooled."
My brow furrowed in concern as I searched his face. "I could never forget you so quickly, Sandor. You think far too little of yourself." I took his face in my hand. "You make me happy like no one else has—help me forget the pain I've endured recently. I only want to be with you," I whispered, leaning in to kiss his lips gently.
He inhaled deeply and drew me closer to him, kissing me passionately and making my heart thrill and my body melt. I was overcome with feeling for him—completely drunk on love. I wanted nothing more than to be his.
-Sandor-
We dozed off a few times, with her in my arms and the cool, sea breeze wafting over us. When I was awake (which was most of the time—keeping watch), I was thinking of her and of what this meant for us. Could she truly be mine? Would she want to stay with me and actually marry me, not just fulfill a little fantasy of running away with a lover before being discovered by her family and forced to marry politically? I tried not to think about the latter, but it was a possibility. The only way she would be mine was if we were married and the marriage was consummated. Not like there'd be any problem following through on that. Then, no matter how they disliked it, her family could not separate us. Still, I wouldn't do that to her unless I knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that marriage was what she wanted. I was hers—to command, to love—I would do whatever she wanted.
By the time there was finally movement on the docks, the little bird was fast asleep in my arms. I needed to secure a spot for us on a ship before we were discovered missing at the inn, but it would be better to do it without her. Once they saw me with a woman like her, they'd know something was amiss—I'd rather be safely on board and have our passage paid for by then.
"Sansa," I shook her awake gently, and she moaned, rubbing at her eyes. When I saw that she was fully aware, I continued, "I'm going to go talk with the captains. It'll be better if you aren't there—I don't want them to figure out who we are. We can deal with any questions after we're safely away from here."
She nodded hesitantly and looked about her. "All right," she managed, though it was obvious she was nervous.
"You'll be all right. Keep your hood up," I said, and handed her my knife. She just stared at it and swallowed hard before looking blankly back up at me. "Stay close to Stranger, he's as good as a dog when it comes to protection." I winked at her and kissed her brow. "I'll be back soon."
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After that, everything moved quickly and without difficulty—a show of uncharacteristically good luck for me. Within ten minutes or so, we were booked on a vessel whose final destination was Eastwatch by the Sea, but which would be stopping in White Harbor for additional cargo. The captain hadn't cared much who I was, once silver had been procured, and promised a cabin easily. Even so, I was relieved that he wasn't present when we loaded onto the ship, therefore unable to ask unwanted questions relating to Sansa and my war-horse and armor. It was still pre-dawn, and the semi-darkness was in our favor, limiting the ability of the crew to notice anything unusual about us. I sent Sansa to the cabin and joined her there once I'd secured Stranger below deck.
And so, with surprising ease, we found ourselves on the next leg of our journey. As the ship put out from shore, we both breathed a sigh of relief, stunned at how we'd actually managed to escape with no opposition and no difficulties. Sansa sat down on the little bed and sighed happily, looking as if she'd be passing out any moment. She glanced up at me shyly after removing her boots, still not fully accustomed to sharing a bed with me. I moved to stand in front of her, taking in the scene before me—this beautiful woman who had begged me to take her away, now looking up at me innocently. I pushed away the question in the back of my mind—whether this meant that she was ready to be mine—and crawled into the bed beside her, pulling her down next to me. Within moments we both slipped into a deep and contented sleep.
~Sansa~
It was nearly sundown when I was awakened by the gentle swaying motion of the ship and the creaking of the wood surrounding us. Sandor's arm was lying across my body, holding me close to him from behind. I smiled and wrapped my arm around his, nestling further back into the warm nook created by his body. He stirred and tightened his hold on me, breathing deeply as he regained consciousness.
"No, I don't want to get up," he rasped thickly in my ear, pulling me closer to him. "I want to stay here with you." He kissed my neck gently and I rolled over to face him, laughing softly.
"You don't want to get something to eat?" I asked, stifling a yawn. "I'm starving." He kissed my forehead.
"Aye, I 'spose I could stand for some food. But it'll be better if you take your meals in here." He sat up and rubbed his eyes, yawning and raking his hand through his hair.
I pouted a bit, sitting up next to him, "So I have to stay in this cabin the whole trip?" I tried to mask the disappointment from my voice.
He turned to me and chuckled, "Of course not, little bird. But mealtime when everyone is gathered and you're the only woman present—," he shook his head, "Best to avoid a situation like that."
I nodded, resigned, and after pulling his boots on, he stood and turned back to me. "I'll have your supper sent up here," he took my hand and drew it to his lips. "My lady," he teased with a grin. "Keep the door locked, I'll be back soon." And then he was gone.
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(A/N We are jumping between perspectives now, Sansa in standard, Sandor in bold)
Sandor: When I stepped back into the little cabin room after supper, Sansa was standing and staring blankly at me. She looked as if she'd just jumped up from where she'd been seated on the bed—as if I'd caught her by surprise. I glanced at the little table and saw that her supper had arrived and had apparently been heartily consumed.
She twisted her hands nervously in front of her and I raised my eyebrow, "What's the matter, little bird?" My thoughts immediately jumped to the worst case scenario, "Has someone done something to you?" I quickly crossed the room, taking her by the shoulders and searching her face questioningly.
I shook my head and managed a nervous smile which did little to assuage his concerns. My stomach was flipping inside of me, but I was determined to follow through with my decision. Slowly, I turned and walked to the door, checking that it was locked, before facing him once more. His expression had changed slightly—I couldn't quite read it, but I saw him swallow and clench his jaw. I closed my eyes briefly, focused on my intention, and let out a controlled breath as I opened them again to meet his gaze. Reaching over my shoulder, I drew my long braid in front of me and slowly began working the hair loose, never taking my eyes off his face.
The dim light of the lantern from its position on the wall cast flickering shadows about her and put little stars in her eyes—eyes that now appeared deeper and darker than usual with a look in them that I hadn't seen before. I began to remove my boots, trying to ignore the way her behavior reminded me of that night at the stream—the night that seemed so long ago now.
"Sandor," she began, her voice low and sultry. My pulse quickened immediately at her tone, but I forced myself to remain calm while she continued. Her hands worked slowly, drawing each strand apart from the other methodically. "My brother's men are all trying to find me, with the hopes of being able to claim me as their own. It's only a matter of time before we run into more of them in White Harbor." She shook her head as the last of the strands freed themselves from being entwined with the others, and her hair fell loosely about her shoulders in a cascade of gorgeous, auburn waves. She took a deep breath and continued, her hands moving behind her back.
"They're Northmen—stubborn and determined. They won't stop looking for me and trying to take me for their wife." I pulled at the strings of my bodice quickly and felt the fabric loosen from my waist. My gaze fixed on him and I tried to keep the nervousness from my voice. "They can't fight over me if I already belong to you," I whispered, drawing my trembling hand up to my shoulder and slipping the garment from it.
I felt as if my heart might stop as the realization of what was happening began to dawn on me. She was undressing before me, just as she'd done in the stream, only this time there was no clothing beneath her dress. I held my breath in anticipation. She pulled the garment slowly down her smooth skin until both shoulders were bare, and then in one glorious movement her dress fell to the floor, revealing her naked form to me in an instant.
I drew in a deep breath as my eyes raked her body hungrily, taking in her small, perfect breasts that tensed immediately from the chill, down her bare stomach to the tuft of auburn hair that covered the place between her long, slender legs where I wanted to be. My cock began to swell against the barrier of my breeches, the blood pounding through my veins as I took a step toward her.
My heart was beating so heavily in my chest, I was certain he could hear it. I fought the urge to hide my nakedness, determined to be bold. I wanted him to have me, and I wouldn't shy from his gaze or flinch at his touches. My core was aching for him and I watched his eyes rove over my body, looking black with desire in the dim light of the room. As he stepped closer to me, I raised my hand and buried it in my hair, pulling at it slightly in an attempt to calm my nerves. I saw his manhood pushing against his breeches as it hardened and I bit my lip.
When I drew close enough to touch her, I could hear her breath hitch in her throat. I let my eyes roam over her prim, tight little breasts where the hard, pink nipples fairly begged for my attention. Her lower lip was in her pretty mouth, preventing it from shaking as she stood naked before me, presenting herself to be mine. I reached out and pushed a long strand of hair behind her shoulders, eliminating the last bit of concealment for her exquisite body. I allowed my hand to linger on her skin, hesitating. I couldn't believe this was actually happening—that I was the man she wanted to give herself to.
A growl of desire rose unbidden from my throat, and I found myself unable to remove my eyes from her body. "Little bird…are you sure this is what you want?" I trailed my hand along her shoulder and down her arm until it found its way to the curve of her breast. She sucked in a ragged breath as I cupped the entirety of it in my large hand and squeezed softly, at the same time grasping her bare waist and pulling her against my body before claiming her mouth with mine.
I shuddered and moaned as he tasted me, his fingers on my nipple sending fire sweeping through my body. Gods, of course this was what I wanted—I realized that even more so now as I felt the wetness between my legs and a throbbing of desire that I'd never experienced so intensely before. His hand moved to my backside and squeezed as he drew me closer to him, pressing his manhood against my bare stomach. His tunic felt scratchy and rough on my naked breasts, the unusual sensation heightening my arousal.
If she wanted me to stop, her window of opportunity was swiftly closing. I was about to lose myself in her. The curves of her virgin body beneath my hands were irresistible, but I forced myself to draw back and allow her a chance to respond. She raised her heavy lashes to meet my gaze, nearly shaking in my arms from passion.
"It's what I want, Sandor," she whispered, her hands resting against my chest and pushing her breasts together invitingly. "I want to be yours. And I don't want to wait any longer." She kissed me breathlessly, slipping her hands down my sides to grasp the edges of my tunic and lift them up to remove it. I took over, swiftly pulling the garment over my head, before returning my hands to her naked body. She slid her bare arms slowly up over my shoulders, rotating her head passionately and drawing me into a deep kiss. Her warm breasts connected with my chest, her nipples raised in arousal. Groaning with unrestrained desire, I grasped her head with one hand, and her bottom with the other, pulling her close and ravishing her. I could finally make her my own.
His bare skin against mine was incredible—warm and erotic—and I moaned into his mouth. He turned me in the direction of the bed and began moving toward it, still kissing me passionately and allowing his strong hands to roam over every inch of my body. I loved them on me—caressing and stroking me gently in places that I'd never before been touched.
I raked my hand through her hair and explored her body. Fuck, I wanted her now, wanted to pull my cock out of my breeches and push it into her, to make her scream my name. When her legs touched the edge of the bed I gripped her thighs and hoisted her up onto me.
I gasped and wrapped my arms tightly around his neck, for the first time being completely spread open against the huge outline of his manhood and separated only by the thin barrier of his breeches. My core ached for him—a feeling I wasn't very familiar with, but I knew I wanted him inside of me. My head arched backward in ecstasy as his lips connected with the skin of my neck and he moved his hips ever so slightly into me, pushing the tip of himself against my entrance.
The warmth and wetness inside her folds penetrated the rough fabric of my pants and I bit down on the curve of her neck, growling as everything in me craved to be inside of her. With one hand wrapped around her back, I moved along the bed on my knees, supporting our weight with my other arm until I reached the pillows where I laid her gently.
She was like a goddess—easily the most beautiful and exquisite woman I'd ever seen, let alone been intimate with. Her mouth was open, breathing raggedly in anticipation and arousal as she gazed intensely into my eyes. Sansa Stark was bewitching—irresistible, for she somehow managed to be both virginally innocent and boldly seductive.
He kissed me again and trailed his hand down the front of my body, stopping to rest momentarily at my breasts before sliding it further down until it was grasping my waist. I shuddered and moved beneath him, my eyes closing as I experienced new, thrilling sensations from the explorations of his hands. He sucked on my bottom lip and then moved to the sensitive skin of my neck where his beard felt scratchy and created a sharp contrast from the warm, wet feeling of his mouth.
Her throat vibrated when she moaned. Still, I moved lower until I was kissing the top and sides of her breast, before taking her nipple entirely in my mouth. Sansa gasped and dug her nails into the flesh of my arm as I worked her breast with my tongue, sucking and nibbling at the hard nipple. When she moaned in pleasure I felt a surge in my groin, but I restrained myself, focusing instead on reveling in her body and preparing her for me. I moved one knee outside of her legs and with my mouth still paying attention to her breasts, I let my hand travel further until it plunged into the hair of her mound.
A shock of pleasure coursed through my body and I released a whine when his hand found my small pleasure spot. The feeling of his fingers between my legs, touching me intimately as his mouth covered my breast was almost overwhelming. My wetness allowed his finger to slide easily over me, and he began drawing circles on my sensitive nub, alternating the pressure and intensity. I gasped and writhed as he moved, burying one of my hands in his hair and clenching his large, muscled shoulder with the other.
My breathing was erratic when he lifted his head to meet my gaze, his eyes filled with passion and desire. Without breaking eye contact, he slowly slipped his finger into me and my mouth fell open in a shuddering whine. He continued until it was as far as it would go inside me, biting his lip as he watched me respond to his erotic touches. When he began moving it, my nails dug into his back and I clenched my teeth. My eyes closed and my head fell backward as I moved my hips into his hand, begging for more.
She was so wet and tight, it was all I could do to keep from removing my finger and replacing it with my aching cock, but I wanted her to feel as little pain as possible, which meant I had to prepare her with my fingers for as long as possible. Besides, watching her writhe and moan from my touches was incredibly erotic—exploring her naked body was something I'd wanted to do for a very long time.
I continued to work my finger inside of her, curling and thrusting it as I alternately sucked on each nipple or the little spot where her neck met her shoulder. The quickening of her breath combined with the little sounds escaping from her lips told me that she was near her moment of pleasure. Her back arched and she clenched her fingers around my arm, moaning and moving her hips into my thrusts. I covered her mouth with a deep kiss, filling her with my tongue as much as my finger and feeling the vibrations of her sounds in my head before withdrawing both suddenly. When I looked down at her, the look of pleasure in her eyes was replaced momentarily by desperation.
The loss of him inside of me was torment. "Don't stop, Sandor," I begged, stretching my hips toward his hand and gripping his shoulder.
He chuckled, sending chills down my spine as his finger drew swiftly up to my pleasure spot. "No fear of that, little bird." Then he moved back down and this time pressed two fingers against my entrance. I sucked in my breath sharply, closing my eyes as he plunged them both into me. There was a slight stinging sensation which quickly subsided as the pleasure began to overtake me once more. He was inside me, exactly where I wanted him, and the thought was incredibly erotic. Within moments I was panting and grinding against his hand again, desperate for my release.
I plunged my fingers in and out of her, gradually picking up speed—the lust building inside me as she squirmed and moaned beneath my touches. Soon I would be filling her instead of my fingers—I would fuck her hard as I'd wanted to do for ages. I clenched my jaw in restraint, forcing myself to wait until she was ready. I slipped my thumb along her pleasure spot at the same moment that I took her breast in my mouth and bit down softly on her nipple. She cried out, her hands digging into my back as she squealed through clenched teeth, and her body tensed beneath me. I could feel her inside walls contracting around my fingers in spasms as she reached her climax.
The pleasure washed over me, like a wave of passionate fire that left me trembling and weak in its wake. It spread from my core, which clenched around his fingers tightly in the moment, and out through every inch of my body. I drew the pillow up to my mouth and bit down on it as I moaned the last of my pleasure weakly into it. He lifted his head from my breast and grinned. "That's one." Then his mouth was covering mine again, his tongue filling me just as his fingers had done.
She was breathing heavily, a sheen of sweat glistening on her ivory skin after I pulled back and she looked innocently into my eyes. "One?" she whispered questioningly, stroking my bare back gently with her small hand and shuddering as I moved my fingers inside of her more and more slowly.
"Aye," I buried my head in her neck and nibbled on the skin by her ear. "You'll have another," I rasped before taking her earlobe in my mouth and sucking.
She shuddered again and whined, and suddenly I felt her hand wrap around my cock. I sucked in a breath sharply, groaning into her ear and curling my fingers that were still deep inside of her. "I want you," she whispered in my ear, tightening her grip around me as she spoke.
He pulled his head up to look into my eyes, seeming surprised at my aggressiveness. "Fuck, you're much feistier than you look," he growled. I couldn't help it, I was overcome with a desire I'd never experienced before. I wanted him.
He pulled his fingers out of me, and while holding my gaze he brought them to his mouth, sucking first on one, then the other. It was my turn to be surprised and I gasped, momentarily releasing my grip on his manhood. He grinned again, "Don't want me to taste you, little bird?" he asked.
She blushed and I kissed the rosy skin on her cheek. "I can't help myself, I've wanted you for too long," I rasped into her ear, my hand working at the tie on my breeches. "I've wanted to taste you, touch you—fuck you." I pulled away, going onto my knees as I began removing the last of my clothing. "And now you're mine," I growled, pulling the garment down. She watched me with one hand resting over her breast as my cock sprang free from the restraints of my pants. Her eyes widened slightly, but the desire hadn't gone out of them. I slipped out of the clothing quickly and returned to her, ready to take her.
He moved between my thighs again, this time with nothing separating us, and he grasped the inside of one as he hovered over me. My heart was pounding and I sucked in a breath sharply when the warm, silky skin of his manhood brushed against my thigh. My grip tightened on his shoulder, and without warning, he grasped my other wrist—the hand that had grabbed him a moment ago—and drew it down to touch him again, this time without the protection of the layer of fabric. My eyes widened as I slowly wrapped my fingers around the smooth, veined skin of his manhood. I bit my lip again. I wanted to be his, but I had no idea how I could accommodate that inside me. I never thought it would be so big.
I grinned and kissed her, drawing her lip out from her own mouth and into mine. "You still want me?" I rasped into her ear as she tentatively stroked the length of my hard cock. She nodded—a bit uncertainly—and I slipped my hand between her folds once more, paying attention to her pleasure spot. Her breath quickened again and she moaned when my fingers plunged back inside of her. She released her hold on me and arched her back, moving her hips against my hand. I widened my fingers this time, stretching and preparing her to take me as my forehead rested against hers and her mouth fell open with a ragged breath.
Another stinging sensation shot through me as he stretched me and I clenched my fingers into his skin, biting my lip hard. I knew it was necessary. I also knew the pain would be much worse when it was his—his cock instead of his fingers. Even thinking the word sent a thrill of lust through me, impressing upon me the reality of what we were doing, but I didn't care. If I was going to give myself to any man, I wanted it to be him.
He withdrew his fingers and passed them down himself several times, coating his manhood with the wetness on them. I shivered at the erotic thought of him wanting my essence on him and felt the desire building inside of me again. He repeated the action, pumping his fingers inside me, sending shots of pleasure through my body, then slipping them out and sliding them down his full length.
I hovered over her, my cock throbbing with the stimulation and aching to be inside of her as I positioned it against her entrance. Her mouth was open and shaking, her pupils dilated with desire and a tinge of fear. I leaned in close to her, allowing the silky head of my manhood to push against her opening as my forehead touched hers.
"I don't want to hurt you, little bird," I groaned, desperately trying to withhold the urge to plunge myself into her.
She bit her lip again and gently began pulling my shoulders toward her, looking deep into my eyes as she wordlessly begged me to take her. I supported myself on one elbow and gripped the outside of her thigh with my other hand. With a low growl, I pushed my hips forward, steadily forcing my way into her. Her brow furrowed and she cried out softly, her fingers digging into the skin on my shoulders, but I was drunk with the feeling of being inside of her. I set my teeth and closed my eyes, unable to watch the pain I was inflicting on her, but overwhelmed with the pleasure of finally having her. I pushed into her further, groaning and forcing her to accommodate my girth slowly. She cried out again, a soft, pained whine, and I buried my forehead into her neck, both pushing myself to continue and unable to stop; tearing her open, yet burning with desire.
I was more than halfway inside of her when she choked out a restrained sob, her body tensing and pushing at me slightly. Her nails were nearly breaking the skin on my chest, and I fought with myself for a moment. "Do you want me to stop, Sansa?" I asked, pulling up and looking into her eyes while knowing full well that I may not be able to actually accommodate such a request. She let out a shaky breath, her forehead contracted, but she shook her head. Despite the pain, she was determined to be mine. The thought was intoxicating. I gripped her waist tightly and pushed the rest of the way inside her as she stifled a scream against my shoulder. Her inner walls held my cock so tightly it was all I could do to not release instantly. I lifted my head to look into her eyes, where unshed tears glistened and her brows contracted. "Fuck," I groaned, feeling both incredibly guilty and at the edge of a pleasure more intense than I'd ever felt before.
My core was burning as he stretched me more than I thought possible. Yet there was a conflict inside of me—the pain made me want it to stop, but some instinct, some ravenous wolf inside of me wanted more. I wanted him to completely fill me, to make me feel as if I would always be his. He lay over me, buried entirely inside of me and resting his head in the crook of my neck. I knew he was withholding himself for my sake, and it only made me want him more.
I slowly pushed my hips into him as the worst of the pain subsided, and he groaned into my ear. When he withdrew his cock slightly from me, I sucked in a breath and clenched his shoulders again. He lifted his head and grasped my cheek with one hand, searching my eyes in the candlelight. "Fuck," he groaned, before covering my mouth with his and pushing into me again. I moaned into his mouth, from both the pain and the pleasure, and he was still for a moment as he kissed me, fully buried in me once more. My muscles relaxed slightly at the gentle pleasure of his kiss, and each moment he was inside of me, my body slowly began to grow accustomed to him.
I gripped the outside of her thigh and sucked on her neck as I slowly began to fuck her. I moved gently at first, reveling in the feeling of her tight body surrounding my cock. I was the first to have her—before any of those bastards could or ever would. She was mine—given to me willingly and desirous. Her moans sounded less pained than before and her breaths began to come more rapidly as her body moved with mine. I wanted to see her face, to watch her experiencing pleasure as I fucked her, and I pulled my head from the crook of her neck. Beneath me, her perfect breasts shook with each thrust and eventually my movements became faster and less delicate as my instincts took over. I pumped in and out of her, clenching her thigh and pounding her exquisite body down into the sheets as I finally claimed her as my own.
I no longer noticed the pain as the sensation of him filling me—pushing himself into pleasure spots previously unknown to me—began to take over. The burning sensation of ecstasy started to build in my core and I lifted my forehead to his, reaching around behind his neck and pulling him into me.
"Ohh, Sandor," I gasped, and kissed him again. He gripped the back of my head as his hips moved in and out, pushing himself into me with ever-increasing fervor and passion. I was close to a feeling I'd never had before—it was like the climax I'd already felt, but different somehow—deeper and more raw. It burned in my core and overtook me suddenly with an all-encompassing intensity. Having him inside of me, this man that I loved and had given myself to was so erotic that I reached a second climax easily and unexpectedly. I pulled away from his mouth and gasped loudly, allowing my head to fall back in ecstasy as a whine escaped my lips. I grasped his hips and pulled him into me, feeling as if I needed him further inside of me, needed more of him.
Her body contracting around my cock pushed me over the edge—I couldn't withhold any longer and I squeezed her breast hard as I thrust deeply into her. My forehead rested against her collarbone and I clenched my teeth, groaning loudly as the orgasm rushed through my body, releasing itself in spasms. The pleasure was greater than any I'd experienced before, and she moaned as my cock pulsed, spilling my seed inside of her. She finally released her hold on my hips, panting and allowing her head to fall back down on the pillow, exposing her neck to me.
I relaxed my body over her, still pulsing inside of her as I sucked on her neck, marking her as my own. After a moment, my mouth made its way up to her ear. "That's two," I grinned at her and she wrapped her arms around my neck, drawing me into her kiss.
"Gods, Sandor," I breathed after pulling away. My core ached from the experience, and I felt incredibly satisfied, although I knew I would be sore tomorrow. I didn't care. I felt complete—whole, with him inside of me. Nothing could compare to that feeling. I drew him close to me and planted a gentle kiss on the burned side of his face, stroking it tenderly.
He smiled sincerely, the happiest smile I'd ever seen out of him, and kissed me full on the mouth again. Then he slipped out of me, leaving me with a strange feeling of emptiness, as he rolled onto the bed next to me and pulled me onto his chest.
"Fuck, I've wanted to do that for a long time," I chuckled, stroking her bare back with one hand.
She looked up at me and smiled sheepishly. "Me too," she admitted.
I looked down at her with a grin, "Have you? For how long? When did you first want me to fuck you, Sansa Stark?"
She smacked my chest playfully, trying to suppress a grin. "I don't really remember. Maybe a little bit after we bathed in that stream together—though I wouldn't have realized that's what it was then. But definitely that first night in the inn. Gods, I wanted you so badly."
I smiled at the thought of this highborn beauty wanting me, it seemed absurd. "Did you? I could have accommodated you know."
"I know, but I'm glad you didn't. I didn't know I loved you then as I do now. Now I only want to be yours." I kissed his chest and smiled up at him.
I felt a surge of feeling for her, and I kissed her head. "Aye, you'll be mine then. I don't know how I've been so lucky, but I'll take it." I gave her another smile.
"Well, you know my family has approved it. Remember, they've promised my hand in marriage to the house who brings me home safely. Seems House Clegane is the one accomplishing that," I grinned wickedly at him.
"Oh? And you want to marry me?" It was strange to actually hear it from her lips.
She looked surprised and almost hurt. "Of course I do. What do you think my intention was here?" She sat up and a little fire had gone into her demeanor. "I'm not a whore, Sandor."
He gripped my arm and pulled me closer to him. "I would never even think that about you, Sansa. You're the first woman I've ever loved and you're everything to me." My face softened and I relaxed instantly at his reassurance. He continued, "It's just strange for me—to think that a highborn, beautiful woman like you would ever want to be with a man like me." He drew me into the crook of his shoulder where I rested my face on his chest.
"It's not strange for me," I said softly, stroking his chest. "You're everything I want in a husband." I lifted my head and placed a hand on his cheek as I softly kissed his lips.
I took her face in both my hands, returning her kiss passionately. "I fucking love you, little bird," I whispered hoarsely, looking intently into her eyes. "As soon as this ship lands, we'll find a septon and I'm going to make you mine."