"What are you doing?" Ramsey's dark eyes and darker voice ran through the shadow drenched room and grazed her skin.

Sansa felt the warm water engulf her as she dropped from the side of the stone bathing pool into it's embrace. With the terrace beyond her she could see the dimming lights of Kings landing as the city around them was beginning to fall to the peaceful night.

"What are you doing?" His voice rang out again, bemused and intrigued but over powered with hesitation. Sansa could hardly blame him for that, after all she had spent months pushing him away and refusing him.

There was a small part of her, a very small part, deep in the pit of her stomach that twisted and burned, it had been awful at times in her husband's arms but she remembered the times it was not. Sansa could remember the ecstasy that crashed over her that night in winter fell, she'd never known that a man could use his tongue in that way it seemed barbaric but it felt…there were no words to describe it and just the thought made her thighs quiver in the warm heat of the pool.

Ramsay stood still in the corner of the room, watching her as though she were putting on a show for him…which she was of course.

The thought had crossed her mind several times over the day that he might not desire her in her current state, in fact Sansa had never felt less desirable than she did right now. Pushing the thought from her mind she wrapped her long hair around one shoulder and scooped up watched in her hands letting it drip slowly onto her swollen breasts.

"Bathing, I needed to release some…tension Ramsay" her eyes flicked up to his as she said his name and watched him smirk. It was only ever in moment of anger, pain on passion that Sansa used his name, he knew that. There was no 'Lord Husband' or 'My king' tonight. He liked it and he liked her, the sight of her there swollen and regal, with the city they had taken side by side covering the horizon. Sansa Stark was a queen, his queen and it left the animalistic side of him roaring. He was king and she had put him here, handed him the crown and secured their future. Never in his entire life had Ramsay looked at a woman as his equal, he thought it impossible but yet here she was.

Calculated, manipulative and fierce, he knew that right now his entry to that bathing pool came with more hidden agendas and game plans than he could comprehend. There was no way that Sansa was handing herself to him for nothing but he didn't care. He didn't care at all because he could already feel himself straining against his britches and it was only the thought of his son that held him back from tearing his wife limb from limb tonight.

He walked toward her, pulling his breastplate and clothing off at her went until he sat naked on the edge of the pool and lowered himself in beside her. He could smell her, he could practically taste her skin as he watched beads of water collect on it.

He lowered his lips to her shoulder and pulled her back against his chest, he was pressing himself against her in the most agonising way and when he heard her pur he almost lost control. He wouldn't though…not until she asked him to. He would keep his word and he would make her ask him to take her. In fact he would make her beg for it.

Sansa groaned as she felt his rough hands under the water wrapping around her swollen stomach and she felt him pressing against her back. His lips ran down her shoulder and for the first time in her entire life…Sansa felt the rushing burn of true desire. Turning around she faced him, hovering her cheek only an inch from his and wrapping her legs around him as she let him take the weight of her.

Starring into his eyes she saw every part of him, the wounded boy of Roose Bolton hand in hand with the cold, heartless, bloodthirsty sadist.

"I missed you" she whispered into his ear and reached down between them, hearing him hiss when she took him in her hand. Was it possible that Ramsay had been as well behaved as he proclaimed to have been? He certainly seemed…sensitive.

There was an enjoyment Sansa gained from watching the violence in Ramsay's eyes boil. Every worry she had that he wouldn't desire her disappeared he was barely holding himself back and she shuddered to think what he would do to her if her swollen stomach were not pressed so tightly against his chest.

Without a word she pushed him firmly backward until he sat at the edge of the pool, hovering over him she placed him gently at her entrance and felt him tightly grip her hips. As she began to skin down she felt a sudden shock and stopped. He was stopping her, with a gleeful smirk on his face.

"I told you I wouldn't take you until you asked me to"

Of course…he wanted to play she should have guessed.

"Fine"

Sansa stood up, stepped out of the pool, wrapper her robe around herself and headed toward her bed.

"Where the hell do you think you're going?" Ramsay's burnt like the fiery pits of hell as he came after her faster than even she could have expected. He grasped her wrist so tightly that it hurt and looked at her like he wanted to mount her head over the gates to Kings Landing.

She was done…she'd got the reaction she wanted.

Leaning as close to him as she could she whispered "I want you to take me"

Her robe shredded on the floor she was all but thrown to the bed. He loomed over her the way he had so many times before only now she was not scared of him. He crashed his lips to her too roughly and sunk his fingers deep into her wet heat. He pressed against her with need and ran his hand over her stomach. Grasping her hips he tried to turn her "Get on your hands and knee's" he growled clearly considering the practicalities.

Sansa wasn't having that, "Lay down" she said, she expected him to argue but he didn't and the moment he lay beneath her she sunk down onto him. The expression he had and the groan he gave when she did answered her question. He hadn't been serviced elsewhere, not like this and certainly not by another woman.

Rocking back and forth she watching him, he had always been such a brute of control but now he shuddered and fought with every movement not to lose control. The way he grasped her hips and the look in his eyes, he wanted to throw her down and destroy her but he wouldn't.

His breathing quickened, his grip tightened and his head was thrown back…he couldn't hold out and she could feel it. Heavy heat was filling Sansa's stomach and every time she fell down onto him she could feel herself climbing closer…closer…closer but she had to…STOP

Ramsay's eyes flew open "Keep going" he seethed but instead she rocked gently in place and held his gaze.

"There are rumours in the castle Ramsay, concerning you and…Margery…I want them gone, I want us to be able to do this" she lifted herself up and sunk back down until Ramsay groaned and threw his head back.

"I'll flay the bitch if you want just don't fucking stop"

Harder, faster, she sunk down onto him each time until she could take no more and felt herself snap, like fireworks exploding and closed her eyes and screamed "King Ramsay Bolton…come for me"

She'd never heard anything like the noise that Ramsay made, like a lion saluting the sunrise from a mountain top she felt the rush of hot fluid and watched him crumble beneath her.

Letting herself fall to his side she lay there and smiled to herself when she felt his strong arms instinctively wrapping around her. "I will happily flay her, if you wish" he muttered sleepily into her shoulder.

"No Ramsay, I think we might have use for them yet but I needed to know where your allegiance lay."

Sansa felt his hand grip the skin of her stomach.

"With my family, my queen and my son…always."