Look What You Made Me Do // Ramsay Bolton

12. Challenge

"You are going to have to work hard at pleasing me." salem whispered in Ramsays ear "if you want me screaming your name". She kissing him biting his lip a smiled curved his face

"I love a challenge" ramsay assured.

Salem didnt think ramsay was any good, large sure but not a good lover but that was because he was using her for his needs. An heir but things changed when she said that. He was up for a challenge and when he wanted to please her. Hear his name screamed and panted from her lips. She was ready too when fucking Myranda ruined it.

"Oh no you don't, not this time lover, you're going to stay right here," Ramsay corrected and that low word of warning in her ear sent the hairs on her neck standing to attention. But she wasnt a weak damsel, Salem was in charge here. She had to be.

"Let me go," she closed her eyes, she tried her hardest to sound confident, strong, forceful, but a crack in her voice revealed her desperation, her fear and vulnerability. How much she did want him. "You fucked Mertyl? On our wedding night?"

"You know her name." Ramsay corrected.

"Slut. Yeah." Salem agreed. "Now let me go. I'm not fucking you while I can still smell the kennel on you." Salem hissed.

"Ask me nicely, and I'll consider it," A serpent like hiss in her ear, like honey and poison all at once and Salem was addicted, intoxicated.  Ramsay trailed down her neck, his nose and lips dragging along her prickled skin teasingly. She arched into him.

"P-Please-" She didn't know what she was begging for as she breathed out, as her knees began to grow weak, he nibbled on the skin of her jaw now, gently nipping at her playfully.

"What was that? I could hardly hear you between the moans lover," Ramsay smirked against her, his lips grazing the skin next to her open mouth.

"I... hate you," She breathed before she turned her head to capture his lips with hers. Locked together in a feisty dual, both fighting for control and power over the kiss. It was like nothing they had ever shared before; it was primal and passionate, rough and filled with a firework of mixed emotion. Ramsay released her wrists, his hands dropping to her waist, pulling her tightly against him in one swift motion. Her wrists in turn snaked around his neck, her fingers lacing into his hair. Neither conceding, the kiss deepened. Intense and angry, they both fought for passage into each other's mouths.

"I hate you," Salem gasped breathily as she came up for air, though her words were honeyed and not hateful, desperate and full of raw emotion, she wanted him. She really did. She met her match in this man, she was drawn to danger she really should have known.

Her fingers tightened around the fist of hair in her hands, pulling his head back. She returned to their kiss, her lips roughly planting on his. Ramsay's hands roamed from her waist, down and around the curve of her bottom. In one swift motion he picked her up against him, her legs wrapping around his waist instinctively.

"Show me how you much you hate me," Ramsay growled against her lips as he carried her to his desk, with one sweep of his arm quills, parchments, and inks were scattered to the floor, and Salem was laid on the cold smooth surface of the desk. Sitting up on her elbows she reached for Ramsay's shirt, grasping it tightly in her hands. A fist full of fabric, she yanked on him, pulling him down on top of her.

He was up for the challenge that was Salem Stark... Bolton and when he wanted to please her sassy back talking mouth. He knew he would never grow bored of her. Myranda was right about that. Ramsay grew bored easily. Salem was anything but boring.

He reached down between them to stroke her clit and she whimpered, squeezing his hips with her knees holding him to her. He kissed fiercely along her jawline as he shifted his hips and started thrusting into her again. There was nothing gentle about it.

She kissed his neck as he moved further up on her, positioning himself for the deeper thrusts that would carry him over the edge. He wanted to hear her. Hear his name screamed and panted from her lips.

Her jaw moved wordlessly as he kept going, chests colliding as he stole her breath again and again. He knew what he was doing and he did it well.

She tried stay quiet she didnt want him know how he made her body feel but she broke and he could feel her desire against his tongue.

There was nothing gentle about it, he claimed her and she hated that she loved every second of it. He kissed her possessively still buried deep inside her.

"Fuck that slut again. I mutilate her." Salem warned. A wicked smile curved on his face. Her words fueled him and it was like he was brought back to life and she was screaming out again.

"Mine." He demanded through every slam. "You are mine."