Sansa's hand grasped the furs on the bed as he thrust himself inside of her, she was dry and still sore from the last time. Her refusal to cry out only spurred him on. His teeth sunk into her shoulder for the second time that night. "Howl Wolf" he grinned.

Sansa didn't make a sound; she would choke on her tongue before she would. All she had to do was hold out a little longer and he would break before she did. Ramsay groaned as he slammed into her again, deep, hard and continuous he was going to come, he could feel it. He watched her face, he wanted her to fear him but she didn't.

"Fine have it your way" he groaned.

Her leg was lifted up and over his shoulder into a position Sansa was sure he'd learned in a brothel. His fingers wrapped once more around that long, noble neck.

"Who do you belong to Sansa Stark?" his voice growled

"The North" Sansa choked.

He thrust again spurred by the disgust in her eyes. He stopped, suddenly, she almost gasped in relief as the stinging ceased. Within a moment she realised why, heavy footsteps echoed down the corridor, Roose's footsteps. Ramsay cursed, hard as stone and still buried within her. He had been so close, of course his father chose now. The footsteps drew closer, Ramsay's hot breath her wet cheek and Sansa let out a blood curling scream.

"What are you doing?" Ramsay cut off her air, choking her.

The footsteps stopped just outside the door, waiting. Sansa tried to prise his fingers away and Ramsay had no other choice. Roose had heard her, no doubt ready to storm in and flay his own son.

Gasping for her breath back Sansa's eyes met his with determination. She threw her head back and watched Ramsay watched in Horror as she groaned "Ohh.."

"Ooh gods Ramsay" she moaned again.

He twitched inside her.

"mmm" she purred it as though he were pleasuring her in the most delicious way but her cold eyes never left his horrified face.

Reek must have fled the moment he saw Roose coming, the only shadow beneath the door was his feet now. A smirk spread across Ramsay's face and Sansa readied herself for her big finish. Grasping the furs around her and threw up her chest.

"Put a child inside me." The words tasted bitter and Ramsays eyes burnt. He followed her lead and let out a primitive groan. The moment he did Roose's footsteps headed back down the corridor and Sansa fell to the bed, lifeless once again. Ramsay starred down at her, still rock hard and buried inside her. What the hell had just happened?

He didn't like this. Had he underestimated her? No, she wasn't calculated, or manipulative, or feisty, was she?

"You did well little wolf" the malicious smirk covered his face and a sudden realisation occurred to him.

"Would it bother you more if you enjoyed me Lady Sansa?"

"I could never enjoy you"

Ramsay smirked, perhaps he had been reaching for the wrong reactions. Perhaps the best way to break Lady Sansa was to force her to betray herself.

"If you were a man I would hold that as a bet" he ran his fingers gently over the skin of her neck as she waited for him to grasp her once again.

"If I were a man you wouldn't have your cock inside me"

"Where did a lady like you learn a word like that?"

Her eyes flashed with fire…

"My reward shall be that you end this quickly" her voice was empty as she stared up at him, less a request than a demand.

"Now, that wouldn't be a fitting reward, would it?" He lifted her hips and threw her back onto the bed, she landed with a soft thud on her back and watched in horror as he licked slowly up her thigh, inching higher and higher until his tongue ran over her sensitive heat and jolted unknown pleasure through her.

"No" she said but he continued

"No!" he wasn't listening to her, his tongue circled an increasingly sensitive nub between her thighs and his arms gripped her thighs holding her open to him as he did things to her she didn't understand. A coil wound tighter insider her, she bit down on her lip to stop herself moaning. Oh gods. The harder she squirmed the harder he held her. He gently sucked on her, flicking his tongue and sending her spiralling into convulsing, explosive bliss. She tasted her own blood as she cried out but he didn't stop. Sansa was sure she would die, until his mouth stilled on her and she caught her breath.

Ramsay reached down to his hardness and stroked it, twice, before lining himself up amongst her crisp wet hairs. His tip pressed her entrance and coated itself in wetness she knew was coming from her. Sansa braced herself for the pain as Ramsay slid inside of her but there was none. Only the satiation of pleasure, she could feel every inch of him, aching and throbbing as he thrust into her. His lips met hers and caught her by surprise, his tongue touched hers and Sansa closed her eyes. She hadn't though Ramsay capable of being gentle even in play. Every stroke pushed her closer to the explosive feeling again, he reached down and touched his thumb to the sensitive spot. His groans had repulsed her but now they pooled an ache inside her. When Sansa found her hands grasping his shoulders and her lips on his neck she resented herself. When she convulsed and quivered on his throbbing hardness she hated herself. When she heard him roar in her ear and felt him pulsing his seed into her, she despised herself. This was not how it was supposed to happen.

Ramsay took one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking roughly and grazing it with his teeth. His eyes darkened "You better get used to this…You'll feed our son with these."

Her legs shook, when he rolled off of her, laying breathlessly at the side.

"I think I'll sleep in here tonight. If you try to kill me my dear I'll be most displeased"

She caught her breath as she felt him move close to her, his hot rasping breath against her face ran his fingers over her bare shoulder, tracing the imprint of his teeth had left there.. Sleep found her quickly and for that she was grateful.