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Your hand remained on his chest, his larger one covered yours, "you could do better, have better, you don't want this old Hound taking you." His voice was dangerously low as he allowed his self-loathing to permeate the room. "Sandor, a night with you is what I've wanted since our paths crossed, seven hells I'd spend every night with you if we survive this damned night!" Your voice was loud and shrill, your emotions getting the better of you. Tomorrow wasn't promised and the man you had fallen in love with now stood in front of you, holding your hand to his chest, the closest you'd ever been. Truly this was a sign from the gods above, he was meant to be with you and you with him.
Stepping up onto your tiptoes you pressed your lips to his gently, pulling back before his mind would punish him again and he'd reject you, "I'm sorry, Sandor, I don't mean to force myself upon you, I just, thought you had the right to know how I felt." You turned to walk away, not wanting to hear the harsh words he'd no doubt utter to you, he would probably call you a stupid cunt.
Nothing came, no insults, no refusals or declaration of hate. Instead what could be heard were his footsteps, not walking away but getting closer, his hand reached out tentatively, placing itself on your shoulder he spun you round to face him. "I'm no Ser, and I sure as fuck ain't no gentleman either, but for you, I'd be every bit as loyal." He bent his body down, his face looming into yours as his lips found their destination once more. His kisses were rough, almost amateur like, his beard tickled and scratched your face at the same time but he lit a fire within you that wouldn't extinguish.
Soft lips, wet tongues and roaming hands are what your kisses consisted of, his hands had roamed from your hair, neck and shoulder to your back and eventually landing on your buttocks, giving each cheek a squeeze. He wasn't gentle, yet, you didn't expect him to be. You gave a small yelp that was muffled by his mouth still kissing yours, his response was a gruff chuckle.
Sandor picked you up, pulling you into his body as he carried you towards a table that had been pushed up against the wall, your hands locked behind his head as your kisses became feverish, frenzied attacks on his lips. He was something that you could get used to, something that you could kiss every day and never tire of it.
Gently, he sat you onto the table, pushing your legs apart with one of his knees he stood between them, looking at you, as if he was devouring you with his eyes, making sure he remembered how you looked. If tonight was all he would get with you by the old Gods and the New he was going to remember every last detail.
You kept eye contact with him as you pushed the furs you were wearing down your shoulders and arms, allowing them to pool at your waist on the table, your dress was next, pushed all the way down to expose your breasts to the cool air and to Sandors devouring eyes. A growl escaped from his throat as he bent himself over you, kissing and nibbling at your neck as his large hands pawed at your breasts, squeezing them, pulling and pinching at your nipples.
Your back arched, pushing your chest forward, begging for more of his attention, "please, Sandor, I need more." He unbuckled his armour, letting it clang to the floor, his breaches were already pulled down his thighs, his cock springing free from them. Hard, long and thick, you didn't expect anything less from a man of his stature.
He pulled your dress up legs, exposing your silky thighs, stroking his fingers up and down the soft flesh you purred, pushing your crotch closer to him, without any words you begged for him to touch you there. He smiled a devilish grin, one full of mischief and lust without, his fingers slid over your wet opening, stroking gently against your clitoris. The shock waves propelled your head backwards, sighs and whimpers were all you could muster.
Without warning a finger entered you, slowly filling as he turned his hand, his long finger stroking your g-spot, over and over again. With every whimper, he produced from your mouth the faster his stroking became. He was aiming for something, knew you'd never give it up without a fight but he was determined. Sooner rather than later he felt it, your walls become slicker, his hand drenched in your sweet juices, he inserted another finger, stroked you harder and faster, his thumb rubbed across your clit, and you came undone on his hand, "fuck me, Sandor." And with that he did.
Withdrawing his fingers he slid his hard cock into you, you moaned loudly, hips bucking into his wildly, begging him to move, thrust or grind, it didn't matter how he moved you just needed him to move.
He thrust his hips into yours, harder and faster than his fingers had been. The head of his cock hit your g-spot consistently, your hand went between your bodies to rub your clit, just enough to cause the same vibrations in your stomach that you just felt earlier. His hand was on your breast, fingers rolling across your nipples, making it hard to the touch, aching.
He bent his head low, took your nipple into his mouth and sucked hard, his teeth grazed against it as he playfully bit it, that was all you needed, his name left your mouth in the form of another orgasm, his wasn't far behind, the last few thrusts were sloppy and unbridled, he emptied himself inside of you as his face buried itself into your neck, your name was no longer your own but his as he whimpered it into the night air, every cry was another victory for you.
"Sandor, I love you." You panted as he left your body, pulling your dress up and the furs around your shoulders to keep you warm. His eyes met yours, "and I you, Kitten."