Beauty and the Hound - Sandor Clegane

8 -The Hound's Mate Call

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Finallyyyy! The mate call everyone waited for..

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Even if her courage caught him, it would be her innocence that stole him
-Unknown

'Kiss it then. Make it better.'

Her heart leaped with joy and she kissed him. Kissed the burnt uneven flesh. Kissed his eyes. His cheeks. She planted one last kiss on his lips and stood. Sandor was worried when she suddenly moved away, standing in front of him.He feared that she would leave but she didn't.

   Instead she unpinned her cloak, letting it fall leaving almost everything for him to see under a fine fabric.

Sandor struggled to keep his eyes on her. She was wearing the same black nightdress and under those, completely nothing.

She walked closer to him, and he eyed her like a predator eyeing his prey.
But this predator wouldn't harm her. She knew it.

    She traced his lips with her fingertips before leaning in for a long kiss. She kissed him, licking his lower lip and he lets her. He lets her take the lead.

His hand clutched the back of her neck, her long mane fell flawlessly around her and he used his other hand to push her hair away from his face while she shoved her tongue into his mouth. Her newfound dominance made Sandor let out a groan.

Meela straddled Sandor's waist and held his face while his hand made his way to her back.  She bucked her hips against his, cupping his burnt side while she kissed him.

   His groans filled the air and she felt liquid pooling between her thighs. He felt the slight wetness from his breeches and pulled her body hard towards his boner. She shuddered at his touch but didn't stop what she was doing. While she continued to kiss him, he massaged her back, at times grinding his hips against hers.

She was kissing him very slowly, savouring every inch, every corner of his mouth and he never fought or took over the kiss. He lets her take her own sweet time as she tasted him. It wasn't Sandor's first time kissing a woman, but it was his first time with a woman who loved him.

   The sloppy wet kisses didn't bring her butterflies but made her feel very warm and comfortable. She could inhale the strong scent of wine and exchanged breaths but it didn't seem to make her stop kissing him.

She kissed his face and his eyes and his scars, to all which he closed his eyes. He liked it. He loved her soft lips on his face. He wanted to feel desired by the goddess herself.

'I love looking at your face. Your eyes.'
She kissed both his eyes.
'Your hard cheeks'.
She kissed his cheeks.
'Your nose.'
She brushed her nose against his, smiling and kissed his nose.
'Your scars.'
   He opened his eyes, and she saw the fear in his eyes.
'I don't care if they are ugly. It's mine to see and I want to see it everyday.'
She sent a trail of kisses on his scars, down his neck.

'Oh and your lips.'

She bit his lower lip giving her access to delve into his mouth and battling with his tongue again. And this time, he fought with her. A fight for dominance which Sandor easily won. He held her head tilting it slightly and hungrily kissed her. He devoured her mouth with hunger and desire she's never seen before.

  It was no more gentle or warm.

   Meela felt she was on fire when Sandor lifted her by her arse, grinding his hips against her core even rougher than before, earning breathless moans from her . She never knew she had craved his roughness so much. It was all too exciting for her.