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In a film, in a song, even in a painting there is a definitive moment. It is where the viewer or the admirer can feel the climax, the subtle change knowing that something is beginning; It's in process and hungrily awaits the end for it be permanently engrained into the impression of memory. As her lips glided against his damaged ones, something began that neither could stop. A liquid drip inside them both travelled through their veins in a torturous manner.
He didn't remember when exactly they had burst through the door, anxious and burning to be one.
"Sansa", he breathed against her mouth as his hands roamed across her body, the curves feeling exquisite in his large paws, "I won't stop...I can't, not now". One of his hands kept her head in place, grabbing her by the fiery tresses, the other caressing the side of her breast as she tried to reach for his lips. "I don't want you to stop, I never did, please keep kissing me and touching me and being with me. You don't know how much I want you" she replied breathily and anxiously as her hands gripped his jacket tightly, her fingers aching as her hips grinded into his with desperation. No words were pronounced as he picked her up, his hands gripping her buttocks tightly, squeezing as he kicked the door shut. As he walked with her slight weight, Sansa grinded into his belt buckle, the feeling sending a shock through her, moaning softly against his ruined ear. A sharp nip to his neck swayed him slightly. He kicked the door open and deposited her sloppily on her bed. Raising herself upon her knees she began to dispose of her clothing, desperately taking off every article, aching to feel him. Sandor looked upon her greedily, his jacket, shirt, boots and socks disposed of. As she kneeled with her bra and panties remaning she reached for his waist, kissing his chest softly and biting here and there. Panting, his hands reached for the fastenings of her bra and the garment fell off. Raising her face to look into those blue depths, he tried finding any hesitation but he only found need.
A soft caress and a slight push to her chest she fell back on her elbows, her hair covering her chest. His eyes caressed the figure she created lying on the bed. She was like a painting, a masterpiece no mortal man could have painted, her swollen lips and wild eyes begged for him to take her. Her hair ran like a river of reds and coppers, her soft breasts weighing in a tear slope. Her pink pebbles peaked through the sea of bronze, her chest a perfect place to rest his head. Her belly was plain, like a blanket of fresh snow, no, she was warmer than that, like an expanse of sand. As he removed his last articles of clothing Sansa admired him the same. It seemed eternity and a second whilst they admired and scrutinized each other. They were bare, open and raw. They had accepted their fate, to belong to each other. It was them against the world.
His eyes were like the grey dawn in a rainy season. They used to have a storm within them but now, it had calmed into a soft pelting. The type of pelting you smile upon while warm in your bed, cocooned and taken back to sleep. His marred visage was his power and strength but also his grand weakness. His arms were strong, to hold her, his hands large, to support her. His chest and back were large, tapering down to a trim waist. He had a trail of hair from his collarbone to where her eyes timidly wandered. Her breath hitched slightly as she saw him for true. He was standing to attention bobbing slightly with strength of desire. He was thick from root to tip. His legs were no different than the rest of his body, he was a fortress of strength and a sanctuary, he was her guardian.
All at once the scrutiny ended and his hands reached for her hips, grabbing the edges of her panties, he dragged them down reverantly. As her legs stretched to relieve herself of the last threshold, he gently took her hips and turned her onto her belly. Sansa grabbed a pillow and closed her eyes, her arms crossing under her head. She trembled lightly as nervousness overtook her but no touch came. Craning her head, he kneeled over her now, looking at her, admiring her. She was squirming nervously as his hands went on the bed near her sides. A kiss was dropped in the center of her back, a nip and a soft suck. Her breath exited her lungs in a rush. Leaning on his elbows, nuzzling her hair to the side, he kissed her cheeck, her temple and travelled to the juncture where neck met shoulder. "Beautiful beautiful bird" he whispered as he bit her softly. Her hands uncrossed beneath her head, grabbing the pillow as her buttocks raised momentarily. "Do you know what dogs do to wolves?" he asked expecting no answer but her moans as he lowered his own hips to hers. The crease of her soft cheeks cradled his manhood, and he pressed against her hard. Sansa moaned as she began to move her hips, feeling him against her. He kept biting, licking and sucking her neck and back. As her hands began to dig into the pillow, her moans becoming increasingly lighter, he spoke softly into her ear, the sound making goosebumps rise everywhere, "Trust me". She only nodded as his kisses went to the base of her spine. His hands carressed from her elbows, her sides and to her waist. Sansa could only sigh and close her eyes tighter. This wasn't sex or fucking, this was worship. A tribute to her, a song and pure poetry to her body and he was a fine artist.
A soft bite to her left buttcheek made her snigger and he bit into her against softly. His hands carressed the globes softly and reverantly. "Scoot up bird" he whispered as his hands pushed her hips. As she kneeled slightly to move closer to the headboard of the bed, he raised her to kneel better. Sansa gaped and caught herself against the headboard as she felt him between her legs. She didn't dare look down as she felt him settle there, his shoulder touching the back of her knees. Her breath quicked as she felt her calves partially trapped beneath his shoulders and back. His breath fanned across her lips, her walls clenching slightly as she tremored. His hands carressed her hips and lower back and outer thighs to relax her. Her nails dug into the head board as he softly parted her. A sharp cry resounded as he licked her clit softly. "Sandor I don't know-" she whispered but he quickly silenced her with a few soft licks "Just enjoy the ride bird" he whispered against her as she licked her from back to front, his beard creating an irresistible friction. His marred face felt like nothing she could imagine against her thigh ad when those scarred lips sucked in her clit softly she shook and cried out. As he licked her softly and steadily something within her began to grow. Her hips moved shakily as he tried his best to keep her still. A hand grabbed his hair "Sandor please" she whispered as he hollowed his cheeks and sucked on her a bit harder. White lights blinded her vision as she yelled his name. She felt like she had gone to heaven and back as she settled against the headboard. As another soft lick was delivered she convulsed and clenched softly, an echo of the orgasm that had just ripped through her. As he got out from beneath her he licked his lips like a satisfied mutt.
Her heart was pounding in her chest as a soft sheen of sweat shone on her back. Standing on his knees behind her, his hands stroked her shoulders, kissing softly. "You taste like fine wine bird". Turning to look him in the eyes, there was mischievous secret, one about to be shared as she kissed him passionately. He moaned into her as his left hand stroked and cupped a breast, the other holding her hips in place as he grinded against her. As quick as the kiss had begun it ended and now she was under him. Grabbing her hips softly he turned her. Reaching for her lips, she ran her hands over is shoulders, down his chest, rubbing his pecs softly, the soft hair feeling exquisit against her fingers. As her hands descended to his abdomen, his muscles tightened. Her hands hesitated as he kissed her collarbone, scraping his teeth as he kneaded her tightened buds. "Don't be shy" he chuckled as he looked into her blue ponds. "I'm not shy" she whispered as one hand fell to his cock. A finger slid from tip to root, taking a pearl of precum with, he groaned and took her hand, wrapping her fingers against him and stroked. "You're so big" she unconsiously whispered, but he had heard her and stared at her with renewed fire. "Aye girl, big enough to make you scream, real soon" his voice breaking as her hand stroked harder with his help. He nibbled on her soft buds and sucked them softly. Sansa arched her back, opening her legs. Releasing her hand from his cock, her hand stilled. "Show me Sansa, show me how much you want me, how much you want to be fucked", he rasped as he licked and bit the shell of her hear, his other hand bracing itself in her hair as he held her hip. Looking down demurely, her lips slightly open as she tried to catch her breath, "I wanna be loved, not fucked" she whispered as she guided the head of his cock to her entrance.
"And that you will" he replied as he looked into her eyes. "Scream, bite, scratch do what you want bird, this is gonna hurt". She only nodded as he thrust all too suddenly. The hand that was at her hip quickly descended to her clit, rubbing softly and rythmically. Her hands were clenching his sides, her nails digging into the soft skin. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," Sandor groaned as her wet sheath tightened, trying to pull him deeper, the wet, hot tunnel taking his breath away. Some quite pants and kisses were shared between them and Sansa nodded slowly. A throbbing feeling took over the pain as he withdrew and went back in short intervals, kissing her eyes, nose and lips as he softly made love to her. As his fingers kept rubbing her nub softly Sansa began to squirm, feeling herself tighten and enjoying the face of absolute rapture Sandor wore when she did that. "Please..." Sansa begged for the ultimate pleasure of having him release with him in her arms. It mattered naught if she obtained it but knowing she chased away the demons that had haunted him, blocking his true self from the world, made her feel it was enough to know she wouldn't only hold his release night after night, or whenever he please but that she held his heart above all. At her request, he beganto stroke deeper, his hips creating an ondulating rhythm that carressed his chest to hers, the hairs on his causing Sansa to sigh on contact. "Sansa..." he whispered roughly into her ear as he began to thrust earnestly, "My little bird". Sansa moaned and whispered his name back to him. "Oh God", she let out in a rush of breath as he looked into her eyes. "Look at me Sansa, look at me", he repeated like a mantra as both their orgasms took them to the highest of divine places. "I love you" she admitted as she felt her release most powerfully. Sandor groaned into her neck not being able to stand the pleasure coursing through his body and cock. Stroking her cheek he kissed her one last time before slowly pulling out from within her, the slickness trailing and clinging from his cock to her, connecting them intimately. Taking her into his arms he moved to the side, her head cushioned against his chest, warm and slick in each others arms.
As they rest in the afterglow of the consumed love, Sandor ran his fingers through her hair, kissing her forehead and lips in soft pecks, "I love you too bird" he whispered. Smiling and sighing, burying her nose into his chest hair she could only smile and press her lips to his heart.
They had decided to move where no one would know them, where they would be safe. News of Brandon and Rickon had reached there ears and part of the Stark family was together again, and money was never going to be a problem for them.
Setting his boots at the entrance of their temporary cozy home, he stepped out of the icy wind. Alaska had been the place to rest for a while, to be alone and enjoy their honeymoon. "I told you we should've gone to Hawaii, I'm freezing my balls off bird" he said as Sansa sat in the kitchen mapping out where they would go next. They had often talked about travelling the world for a whole year and now that money wasn't a problem they had decided to plan it out.But, where to next? India or maybe Cambodia, tropical weather seemed nice compaired to the place they had decided to run off to. "It would have been all over the news if they knew the Stark heiress was actually alive and I don't want anyone to know I am, you know how dangerous that can be" she murmured as she made notes about costs and dates. "Aye bird I remember" he answered gruffly as he grabbed her arm and pulled her up from her chair, "But I still need my balls to get warm". Sansa could only laugh and playfully kick as he took her over his shoulder to their bedroom. Sansa could only wonder where Sandor would like their babe to be born, maybe Scotland would be nice.
THE END