Touch // Sandor Clegane

𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑃𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝑆𝐸𝑉𝐸𝑁

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𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐷𝑂𝑂𝑅𝑆 of her bedchamber open slowly, the quiet action woke her up, but Jadeyn didn't stir or gave the person who had entered the announcement of her awakening. The Lady of Lannister began regretting that she did not shout at the guards at the end of the hall, now that the drunken steps were closer. Who was this person who got access here with the guards there?

Her question was answered when a big hand pressed itself over her mouth, stealing the privilege to scream for help. Of course they let Joff's dog go wherever he wants, and the guards simply approved the new appointed Commander of the Kingsguard enter the halls of the Queen's sister.

"Don't touch me!" she wanted to shout on instinct and jump out of the bed, but she didn't. Something in his touch was warm and claming even though his hands were ice cold. In that moment he saw fear in her eyes, real fear.
The same fear he sees when he plungs his sword deep into some cunt's belly. She buried her legs as deep as she could in the mattress, at least trying to avoid the contact with him, but she failed.

"Are you going to scream, jewel?" His face got closer to hers, his breath smelling of wine

Jade shook her head, her mind attempting to find displeasure out of the man's actions. She did not give permission for someone to touch her or be this close to her, yet here was Sandor Clegane, fully aware of his punishment if the Lady won't like it.

He withdrew his hand, looking deep into her eyes. They did not show any particular emotion, except the constant Lannister pride. Sandor's lips claimed hers before she processed what has happened. During the heat of it, he ripped the white nightgown off until her bellybutton. After the material snapped open his lips traveled down from her neck to her breasts.

The Hound does not ask, the thought lingered for the smallest second in Jadeyn's mind.

The Lannister's breath was steady, as he took her right breast into his mouth while caring for the other with his hand, from caressing to pinching to pulling and massaging. Her arms did not move, not wanting to expose the pleasure she felt, nor giving him signals of displeasure. She just closed her eyes, waiting for him to do whatever he wishes.

After endless moments on her chest, the man decided to go lower, through the unripened part of her nightgown. Casting the small cloth aside, the Hound began devouring her insides.
For the first time she moved, her legs slightly coiling around his neck and a soft whimper echoed in the room.

He wanted it no louder, so the guards won't disturb them, even though Jadeyn know she could scream in pleasure for all she desired. The soldiers knew better than to interfere in their Lady's affairs.

Her thighs wrapped harder around Sandor, starting to choke him and she let out no other sound, only the lapping of his tongue being heard through the wetness of her folds.

It was like something snapped inside him. Reminding him that he wasn't Gregor. He wasn't a rapist and he won't violate her like that, he found no pleasure in it. But she was right, the Hound does not ask. He won't touch her again until she is the one to ask.

He rose from between her legs during mid orgasm, wiped her wetness off his face with the corner of her destroyed clothes and left, hoping that his head won't be on the walls of the city by the first light.

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