Beauty and the Hound - Sandor Clegane

4 - King's Landing, the Hound and the Mountain

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Let love come to you, be patient. In fairy tales, they don't find each other until the last page.

Meela couldn't believe what had just happened. Sandor had pinned her against the tree and she wanted so badly to scream for help, but nothing came out from her throat. As rough as he made it seem, his hands however didn't hurt her. His grip was firm but it wasn't hurting nor tight.

She has never stood this close to any other man before. It seemed very foreign to her. With him pressing his chest and his torso towards her. He didn't restrain her arms but he simply just pressed his body against hers.

Underneath that tunic, she could feel his hard chest muscles clenched. He seemed like he was trying to control himself but she didn't know why.

He had stunk of wine and his weight was crushing her yet she seemed to like it. She couldn't believe herself. This man had held her against her will and yet she actually enjoyed it.

He smelt of red wine, but he also smelt of wood and something musky. She couldn't tell what it was. But she liked the musky scent. She liked his scent.

He felt like home.

   The word home kept repeating in her mind and she could feel her heart thumping. Although all this happened, he didn't laugh or make fun of her. He just gazed upon her. And under the small burning torch, she could see softened brown eyes looking back at her.

He was looking at her so gently. So curious. So carefully. Holding her like she was porcelain.

Although his hands were rough, surprisingly he held her so gently it even surprised her. This was not the same man who had brushed her shoulders painfully on their first encounter.

One hand slipped behind her neck to undo her bun, letting her mane flow freely. His lips parted when the wind let her hair fly freely. He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and she shuddered under his touch. She shut her eyes and kept them closed for a while. She never had a man touch her like this.

'Open your eyes girl,' his voice was gentle. As if his words were some kind of enchantment, she opened them.

She had looked so beautiful with her flowing hair and he had everything in him to not rip her clothes off. She wasn't slim like those maidens with small waists. She had a little bit of meat that made her more curvy and that alone drove him mad. He couldn't skip the thoughts of gripping her hips as he relentlessly thrusted into her while kissing her till she was breathless. He slowly inhaled her scent and rolled his eyes.

Meela was watching him the whole time. He was going mad, looking at her. The way he was struggling to keep himself under control failed miserably. She knew the thoughts playing on his mind about her was nowhere near innocent but she didn't say anything nor move. She just watched him while he helplessly groaned, as if he was in pain.

    He felt his member growing and aching as he tightened his hold around her waist. She felt it against her stomach and her eyes grew wide. She never knew it would be pressing against her like this. Meela knew nothing about it and this warm encounter with the hound didn't help anything, except one.

She knew the hound wanted it.
Sandor Clegane wanted her.

Watching her unable to process what was going on in front of her, he finally spoke.

'You're being a real good girl here, keeping your pretty mouth shut,' he teased.

   She felt a smile forming on her face as she whipped her dagger right below his chin, to which he grew shocked, but then he let out a smirk.