Sansa was slammed against the wall next to the door, the impact squeezing the remaining air out of her chest. Yet, all she could focus on was the Hound's heavy breathing and the wild beating of her heart under her dress. The anger in his eyes almost scorched her and his fingers tightened around her arms. They were likely to bruise. But his eyes held so much anger and bewilderment and something else that made Sansa's breathing halt. It was the same look he had given her the day she had kissed him.
The Hound began to shake her, pulling her out of her thoughts and back into the room they both stood in alone. Alone, Sansa's breathing was shallow.
"You trying to get us both killed, girl?" He growled at her, his entire being was tense. With the fire in his eyes, he appeared to want to hit something. Sansa hoped it wouldn't be her, he had saved her after all from Joffrey.
"No! I'm not! Stop calling me "girl", I'm not a little girl." She had shot back at his cruel words. Sansa prayed that he would speak to her with less malice if she proved to him that she had fight in her as well.
It appeared to at least stop the Hound in his movements. He seemed initially taken aback by her sudden outburst but then, he seemed even angrier than before. "No, you're not a little girl. You're a little bird, even worse than a little girl. You chirp your pretty little songs, fly around your pretty little castle, and wait for your pretty little damn florian to save you. I won't be your florian. You're trapped, little bird. You know it, I know it, everybody fucking knows it. So the little bird doesn't want to be a little girl anymore, fine, she will be the trapped bird. Is that what you want?" He wanted her fear but Sansa wouldn't give it to him. It would never get her what she truly wanted. She needed to show him that he was wrong, she was so much more than just a little bird accepting life in her cage.
"Stop telling me what I want. You have no idea what I want." She spoke quickly. Her teeth were bared behind her words. She could barely contain the rage that was fueled by the Hound's words. With each passing moment, it felt as if the air between them had been suffocated from the room. He would never believe what she was asking for until she actually said it, perhaps not even then. "I know what I want." Her hushed tone forced a small grunt from the Hound's lips. He pushed away from her and backed to the other side of the room until his back hit wall. His body was so large, even without his armor. Black course hair traced his chest leading down to his trousers. She noticed an unmistakable bulge there before she snapped her eyes back to his, cheeks flushed slightly at the little knowledge she had of what men looked like when they were excited. From what she could tell, the Hound seemed very excited.
She approached him once more, desperate to close the distance between them. He watched her near him and Sansa found her body reacting the same way it had before when he had kissed her, properly, he had insisted that day.
"You don't want me, little bird. You don't want a scarred old hound." He forced the words out of his throat. He appeared bewildered in his response as if the very idea of someone finding him desirable was laughable. She found herself unable to answer him so she reached out to touch his cheek, his burned one. It was rough against her soft fingers. Sansa curiously traced the ridges and dips before meeting the Hound's eyes again. He was watching her with desire in his eyes as well, she could feel it.
"But I do." She had barely gotten the words out before he had closed the remaining space between them and kissed her, hard. Sansa's eyes had widened in surprise before she found herself melting into him. His lips pressed against hers to deliver a punishing kiss, as if he were trying to turn her off him. She pressed firmly against him in an effort to deepen it. She would not let him go this time. Her tongue teased his mouth open and she felt his responsive growl deep in her core.
The Hound had switched their positions so that she was once again pressed hard against the wall. His large body leaning into hers as she felt his all-consuming mouth return to hers. Sansa found herself clutching at him, her hands settling to firmly wrap around his head. Each movement had her wishing she could be closer to this man and she let out a sigh of frustration. He heard her cry as his hands traced down her body lifting her up against the wall in order to bring her level to him. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his torso, her dress bunching up in the process. It was easier this way for Sansa to kiss him without his armor. His warm torso pressing against hers sent her mind running wild. Sansa reached for her own dress ties and began to pull at them. She wanted him to see her, all of her. He had pulled away from her then and watched her hand's movements with eager eyes. She was mesmerized by the way he watched her and her hands began to tingle from his heated expression.
She had just gotten the first row untied before his large hand halted her slow descent. He appeared to be deep in thought but she didn't want him to overthink what was happening between them, she just wanted more.
"You don't have to—" Sansa stopped his words with her lips, in an attempt to forget the deadly consequences of their actions. He had stood stiff before he kissed her back. She found herself smiling at his response. His hands released hers and she continued to untie her dress as his mouth ravaged her. His lips were so warm against hers, he was just so warm everywhere. His tongue played against hers and his lips continued to bruise her own in the most delicious way. Sansa was becoming aware of his hardened manhood pressed against her womansplace, just the material of her dress and his trousers separating them. She bucked against him, the sensations made her feel as if her body would catch fire.
He tore his mouth from hers and just as she was about to voice her protest, he lifted her and threw her down onto his bed. It creaked under her sudden weight. It was much more uncomfortable than her feather bed but in that moment, she could have cared less. He could have tossed her onto a pile of hay if he had wanted. The Hound watched her spread on his bed, hunger reflecting in his gaze. Her hair was surely tousled, her lips felt swollen, and her legs were slightly parted due to the constricting nature of her dress. Yet, the state of her only seemed to drive the Hound mad. His hand lightly palmed his hardening manhood and Sansa watched on, her mouth salivating at the sight.
His large body crawled on top of hers and Sansa was sure his weight would crush her but he rested most of it on his elbows along each side of her body. The Hound brought his lips to her neck and nipped at the tender skin. Sansa cried out as he continued his movements. His teeth lightly bit her before replacing their hunger with a tender kiss. He had moved his hand along her body and his mouth followed the trail. He descended downward with his kisses, her dress separating the much needed contact. He didn't stop until he had reached her womansplace. Sansa watched him travel down her body and in her need, her chest was expanding and deflating at a rapid pace. Sansa gasped loudly as his hands lifted her dress up and he began to untie the ribbons of her smallclothes. Once he had gotten them undone, Sansa lifted her hips in an effort to help him take the unneeded fabric off her skin.
Sansa could feel how wet she was under the Hound's watchful gaze. She was only growing wetter with the expectation of his fingers placed once more on her folds. His head leaned forward until he was staring directly into her private place. As confident as she was in this decision, she still felt slightly embarrassed by his watchful gaze. Tense moments passed by and Sansa began to grow confused as to what he was going to do before his eyes flicked to hers and his tongue lightly stroked the swollen, wet flesh. The noise Sansa let out was completely primal as she found her fists grasping desperately at the sheets of the bed. His tongue traced up and down her slit, circling the bundle of nerves at the top but never actually touching.
Sansa let out gasp after gasp as his tongue continued tracing her. He sucked lightly on her clit and Sansa threw her head back at the sensations created from his simple movements. The addition of his finger pushing inside her had Sansa squirming under his touch, she wasn't sure if she was trying to have him increase his tempo or to pull back from his overstimulating caress. His finger curled inside her and Sansa was lost. Her fingers released the bed and she tightened them in his hair in an attempt to increase the feelings he was summoning inside her. He groaned against her and the vibrations he made only increased her pleasure. She could feel a pressure deep inside her was about to surface at any moment, she began to grind her hips against his mouth chasing whatever was about to happen. His tongue travelled up toward her clit and sucked harder this time. Her eyes shot open as she felt herself erupt as wave after wave of pleasure spread through her. She could barely remember her name in that moment, the only thing that existed to her was the Hound and whatever he brought out inside of her. Her fingers clutched at his hair as he continued to lick until she had to push his torturous tongue away, too sensitive for him to continue.
In the aftermath of her pleasure,Sansa became aware that the Hound was shifting his weight from hers and the bed creaked in objection. He made as if to lift his body off of hers but her hand reached out to his wrist, stopping him. She didn't want him to leave her again. "What are you doing?" She asked him, unable to reign the worry in her voice.
"Getting up so you can leave." He could barely look at her. Sansa felt insulted from his sudden anger toward her once more. She knew what was supposed to happen in the bedroom between a man and a woman. No one had told her of what the Hound had done to her. She wanted to give him all of her. Her hands reached up to the slightly untied laces of her dresses and began to undo them so she could remove the disgusting Lannister clothes from her body. She didn't want to wear them with him, they were both trapped in King's Landing.
He watched her hands work at the ties. "I don't want to leave. I want you." She spoke as she had undone the last ribbon of her dress. She unceremoniously ripped the fabric from her and threw it into a pile on the floor leaving her only in a corset and smallclothes that covered her breasts. He carefully watched her movements before sighing loudly.
"They will kill you, little bird. I won't have you die just to satisfy me."
"I will die either way. I want you, Sandor, please." It was the first time she had ever spoken his name aloud. He stared at her, seemingly seeing her for the first time. She hoped it was enough to allow his attentions to return to her in the moment. They could deal with whatever happened afterward at a later time.
"It will hurt." He spoke quietly. She had removed her corset and for the first time that night, she could feel herself breathe. Her smallclothes followed after. She sat on his bed completely naked, the fire inside her growing stronger with each passing moment.
"I don't care." She reached out to touch him. She reached for his hand and brought it toward her small breast. His fingers hesitated before encircling her teat, his thumb running over her hardened nipple. Sansa moaned at his touch and his eyes flicked back to hers before placing his palm against her chest lowering her back onto the bed. He stood from the bed and began to fumble with the laces of his breeches. In the faint light, Sansa could barely see his movements. All she could see was Sandor's eyes that were trained on hers. She continued to watch him, unsure of whatever he would unleash from his trousers. His manhood sprang forward, bobbing slightly as he pulled his trousers all the way off. Sansa had never seen anything like Sandor's manhood. It seemed large and imposing and much too big. Sansa wondered how it would ever fit inside her, she couldn't possibly accommodate it.
He crawled over her body until they were face to face again. "Are you sure?" He spoke as he lowered his mouth to her neck, to suck on the flesh he found there. She could barely think when he did that. She could, however, feel his manhood twitch against her thigh, it was so hot against her skin. She nodded ferociously, she wanted him in every regard.
His hand trailed down her body, fingertips fluttering against her stomach sending goosebumps across her skin in it's path. Sandor wrapped his hand around himself and she could feel him parting her curls with his manhood. It was much smoother than she had figured it would be as he traced up and down her womansplace, coating the head of his manhood in her juices. Sansa's heart was pounding hard under her ribcage. He groaned against her neck before lining himself up with her and pushing inside in one hard thrust.
Sansa felt whatever barrier had been created inside her torn apart as Sandor filled her up entirely. There was definitely pain but it was not as bad as Sansa had been told by her septa and her mother. Perhaps most men did not take the time to ready the woman before. Just as she had begun to think the pain had faded inside her, he began to move sending more discomfort through her. It was painful but he was allowing her time to adjust to his massive size. He raised his head from her neck and watched her before pumping hard inside of her. Her lips parted and a gasp left her mouth as he began to move with more purpose. He lowered his head to hers and kissed her as he began to set a rhythm inside of her.
It was becoming less and less painful and Sansa found that after a while, another sensation was replacing the pain similar to the feeling of when he put his fingers inside of her. He began to increase his tempo and with this renewed passion, Sansa found that if she angled her hips just right, his manhood stroked a spot inside her that curled her toes in response. She mewled her delight as he continued to make sure he rubbed the spot. Sandor reached for both of her legs and wrapped them around his torso. The new angle he hit inside her had her moaning in wild abandon. Sansa's eyes shot open as he placed a hand over her mouth. She hadn't realized how loud she was being and she flushed at how reckless she had become with him. That was the last thing she needed, for Meryn Trant to open the door and see her being taken by the Hound.
As soon as he believed she had a hold over herself, he released his hand and continued pumping inside of her. She tucked her head into his neck and bit him, desperate to grip something with her mouth. He growled as her lips moved over his neck. She could feel his wild pulse beneath her touch and a strange feeling of satisfaction washed over her. He was vulnerable above her, for her, he trusted her in his own strange way. His thrusts became more erratic as she continued to bite at his neck. Sansa could feel the tension building inside her once more, she was close to releasing for him again. She felt her body grow taut against his as he sped his movements up even more. With a loud gasp, she tightened around his manhood as she found her second release of the night. Sansa could barely breathe as he continued moving inside of her. She was on the verge of passing out from the overwhelming pleasure Sandor was creating deep inside of her. With a long grunt, he found his pleasure inside her as well. She watched him above her, fascinated by the way his eyebrows furrowed in concentration and the way his mouth opened and closed as he let out choked words she could not make out.
While he came down from his peak, he finally met her eyes with his. Sansa's heart felt as if it would swell up from his stare. She found her eyes began to water from her happiness. As Sandor wiped away an abandon tear, Sansa found herself smiling at his welcome touch. She placed her hand over his and began to lightly trace her fingertips over his skin. At least Sansa had been correct before, death would be her true escape from Joffrey, but it would not be her death.
