Chapter 49
Sandor was looking out the balcony doors of his solar, lost in thought about so many things. He vaguely heard the sound of someone entering but dismissed it as a servant or Tyrion coming to the meeting they were having soon. He heard parchment fall on the floor and turned, ready to yell at someone. He quickly hid his surprise as he looked upon his beautiful woman, laying on his counsel table, raven hair spread around her, naked, one leg swinging seductively back and forth over the side of the table, knee drawn up on the other side, legs parted just enough to be inviting. The only thing she had on was white thigh-high stockings tied with deep purple ribbons. She was holding a goblet of wine and as their eyes met, he watched her tilt the goblet and slowly pour the wine onto her breasts and down her chest to her stomach, he watched it pool in her navel. All of his doubts about their relationship, suddenly disappeared. He knew that look in her eyes, he knew where this was going to lead. He also knew she was going to beg for him.
He took his time, watching her, enjoying her body, the feelings he was having as well as the knowledge that she came to him, not Jaime fucking Lannister. Sandor walked slowly to her and as he approached, Shalene raised the leg she had been swinging and traced Sandor's ever hardening cock, with her foot as he stepped a bit closer, allowing himself the added pressure from her foot, Gods, he just wanted to spread her legs and fuck her hard, but he pushed that urge aside as he slid his hand down the inside of her thigh, and trailed his fingers to her mound, just touching, not giving her what he knew she wanted. He moved between her legs and re positioned her, as she wrapped her legs around his hips, he leaned over her so closely, Shalene knew he was going to kiss her but he didn't. When she opened her eyes, she met his stormy gray gaze and knew that she would soon have The Hound. Chills went all over her body. Sandor reached up and turned her face away from him and began kissing and licking her neck, moving to her chest, taking his time tasting every inch he wanted to, licking the wine from her nipples and grazing them with his teeth. He was in control of this, he smiled to himself as he heard her moan and push up towards him. Every time she tried to pull his attention to the area she wanted him, he moved to another, leaving her moaning in frustration.
Shalene reached to guide Sandor's head and he took both her hands and pulled them over her head, keeping her from touching him. He continued his journey down her body. When he had his fill of her skin, he let her hands go. Shalene sat up, pulling him to her, she leaned to his chest and inhaled deeply of his scent, her hands went to the neck of his tunic and Sandor gave a dark chuckle as she ripped it open and pulled it off of him, throwing it randomly behind her. Her hands went to his breeches, he let her unlace them and remove his cock, but then he pulled her away, and pushed her back down on the table. He raised her foot, reaching to her thigh, and pulled off her stocking, tossing it on the table. He repeated the process with the other leg. He kicked off his boots, and roughly grabbed Shalene's hips, pulling her to the edge of the table, he leaned over her, placing her legs over his shoulders, hands on either side of her head, he asked," Are you ready?"
Shalene's body was on fire! She wanted everything he had, the look in his eyes was a combination of desire and outright lust. She could only nod at him. She could feel the power radiating off of him, Gods, he was so perfect, so overwhelming. When she felt him ease slowly into her, she couldn't stop the moan that escaped her lips. Sandor took his time, every time Shalene moved to push him deeper, he pulled back, he could feel how desperately she wanted him deeply inside her, he wanted to be there also but he wasn't ready to give in just yet. He slowly started moving into her, little by little, stopping every time she tried to meet his stroke. Shalene had to have him, she called his name," Sandor, please."
He laughed," Please what?"
"I want you."
"What do you want, Woman? Tell me." He watched her eyes, enjoying the control he had over her this time.
"Sandor, are you going to make me beg you?"
"Yes, if you want something from me, tell me what you want." His voice was dark and lust filled.
"Hells, Sandor! Fuck me, please! I want The Hound to fuck me!"
He slid his cock a little deeper into her, "Are you sure you want The Hound?"
"Yes, I want The Hound! I want you to fuck me hard. I want you to fuck me until I can't breathe!"
Sandor slammed his cock into her completely, "Like that?"
Shalene could only gasp ,"Yes."
Sandor laughed, a deep, wicked sound, he felt his mind haze a bit as he growled, knowing what side of him was in control now. He reveled in the feeling of being inside Shalene. He listened to her moans and words as he fucked her hard and deeply. He leaned over her, reaching underneath her, raising her hips off of the table so he could fuck her more deeply. He felt her try to pull away a bit, he must have hurting her. He was torn as he eased back somewhat, Sandor didn't want to make her hurt but The Hound did.
He thrust savagely into her a couple of more times then pulled away. Shalene looked at him, confused, but he just grabbed her, throwing her over his shoulder, and walked to their bedchamber, dropping her on the bed. He turned her over and said," You know what I want. Do you want me to stop?"
Shalene looked over her shoulder at him as she got on her hands and knees and said," No, Fuck me!"
Sandor looked down at Shalene, he traced his calloused fingers down her back and felt his lust change to desire. He wanted her, so badly, but in that instant he wanted her passion, he wanted to look into her eyes. He pulled her body up against his and wrapped his arms around her, kissing the back of her neck and whispered," Turn around, Woman. I want to love you, not fuck you like this. You're my woman, not my whore. I love you, will you let me make love to you?"
He felt Shalene's body relax against him, he barely heard her say,"Yes, Sandor. I want you to love me like that, please."
Shalene turned away from him, laying back on the bed, she looked into his eyes again, seeing so many emotion battling behind his beautiful gray eyes. Her eyes roamed over the planes of his body just as his did her. Sandor ease his powerfully massive body over her small frame, resting his weight on his forearms. He pulled her arms over her head and held both her wrists in his left hand, filling his other one with a handful of her hair. He tenderly kissed her, kisses so unbelievably gentle, Shalene could barely feel them. The change in his demeanor was so quick, so drastic, it had her mind reeling. She let go and gave into Sandor's dominance in their love making.
He kisses were not demanding but soon became full of passion, as he kissed, touched, caressed and tasted every part of her mouth, neck and tits. He said, "Look at me, Shalene."
Their eyes met again as Sandor languidly slid his cock fully into Shalene. Her moans and the way her body reacted to him was almost too much. He had to stop for a moment to control himself. Their gaze into each others eyes never faltered as he started moving into Shalene again, slowly, rolling his hips into her each time they met. She let go and lost herself in the feeling of Sandor's body over her, the feeling of him filling her so completely, the way his breath felt on her skin and the sound of his groans of pleasure were overwhelming. She felt so protected and loved, his aura and presence was all-consuming. It felt so right, so perfect.
Sandor lost himself in the feeling of Shalene, her fragrance, the way her body responded to his, she fit him so well. He gave into the need to thrust deeper and harder into her. He kissed her neck, murmuring to her all the words he hadn't told her before, holding nothing back as he confessed his doubts and fears as well as his love and devotion to her. He felt her body responding, muscles tensing, breathing rapid and heavy. He felt her nails dig into his back and relished the feeling of them scrape down to his ass as she pulled his harder against her and raise her legs to wrap around his ribs. This change caused him to move deeper into her. His stroke was powerful now, he was on the edge. He felt Shalene's muscle grip him as she screamed his name, matching his pace and power with her own. He fucked her through her climax, his own hit him with such a sudden intensity, his entire body was trembling. His deep growl of satisfaction rumbled in his chest.
After several long minutes, he kissed Shalene's neck again and tried to move to lay beside her, she wouldn't relinquish her hold on him. He looked at her and asked, "What's wrong, Shalene? I have to move just a bit or I'm going to crush you."
Shalene tried to pull him closer," Sandor, why do we do this? We love each other, why can't we get this right? I didn't mean to hurt you, you just made me so angry. I'm not used to someone being so possessive. It's you I love. I have never tried to change who you are or stop you from finding pleasure in anyone you chose. I know you will be safe and that you will always be mine. I know that it's just a lustful need, a taste for something different. To me it's not wrong. I believe in what we have. I know you are my man. I know you love me. Fucking is just that. It's done without love. Just because I fucked Jaime, doesn't mean I want him for my man. He was just different. I enjoyed him the same way you have done with other women. I think about growing old with you, Sandor. I want to have your children one day, not anyone else's. How do we stop doing this. You asked me what I thought about one time, there are still many things I want to do, but with you beside me. Answer me this, would you want to be with me while I was with another man, like I did with you, Jonete', OnIeese, and Kolenee?"
"No, I would kill the fucker!"
"See, listen to yourself. Why is it alright for you, but not me? I have never, but this once, spent time with a lover, when you were around. I have never shared our bed with another. When you saw me with Tomaerys, that was your own doing. I didn't flaunt it in front of you. You chose to follow me. I can't promise you I won't ever fuck another man. I will promise you that if I chose to, I'll tell you."
"Are you going to fuck the Kingslayer again?"
" I might, if I chose to."
" And you'll tell me before you do it. You won't fall in love with him?"
"Sandor, I love you. I don't love Jaime, I just enjoyed his body. He doesn't love me. He knows how I feel about you and believe it or not, he holds you in high regard."
" Not enough to not fuck you."
"Sandor, stop being like that. I am the one who seduced him. If I recall correctly, it wasn't that hard to seduce you."
"I'll work on this is all I can tell you at this time. Come here, Woman, I'm not finished with you yet! I'll make you not want any other man but me."
Shalene knew, as the dawn began to lighten the sky, that he was all she would ever want. He was a rare gift, for every thing he found wrong about himself, she found so many special things about him that he didn't know he had. She was such a fool. How many times had she watched him and felt so blessed to be loved by him. She had the feeling that he had never loved anyone else before, yet she had hurt him. He loved her enough to still not turn away from her. As she watched him sleep, she marveled at how peaceful he was. He looked so innocent and vulnerable. She was so ashamed of herself and her actions. Never again! He had shown, in so many ways, what type of man he truly was; loyal, honest, dedicated, patient, forgiving, a man full of love. He was also a deadly warrior and fierce protector. He was hers, she was his. She kissed his chest and held him tighter, she wouldn't betray him ever again.
