Beauty and the Hound - Sandor Clegane

The Hound's Mate Call 2

'Look at me.' His tone said it all.
Authority. Manliness. Power. Dominance.

His raspy voice only made her feel more nervous, unable to meet his penetrating gaze.

'Meela, look at me.' He places a finger below her chin, pushing her jaw to face him.

'Tell me what you want.'

'You.' She said breathlessly.

'Take those off before I rip them. Then take off mine.' He instructs, referring to their clothes.

She slips away from his arm and stands in front of him. She couldn't believe it. His eyes, they were so nerve wracking. She couldn't even look straight at him. They were staring hungrily at her, watching her every move.

Shyly, she slips her dress down to the floor, revealing her flushed naked body with no small clothes.

He eyes her body shamelessly like he has never seen her naked before. She watches him eye rape her and when he meets her eyes, Sandor inhales deeply, nodding his head to let her remove his clothes. The first thing she did was fumble with the strings of his breeches and he chuckled, holding onto her hands to stop her.

'Patience woman. Armor first.'

She blushes a deep shade of crimson as she patiently pulls down the strap of his armor, the cold metal collided with her skin causing the hair at the back of her neck to rise. She shivered a little and hastily pulled his tunic off.

It was so embarrassing that he chuckled at her but at this point, ego was to be put aside. Her eyes focused on the scattered scars covered by his dark hair all over his body. There was a trail of hair leading down below his stomach to his lower pubic area and she blushed again, licking her lips. She wants his breeches to disappear, she wants to rip off that ragged cloth from his chiselled body. But as she tried, she found that it wouldn't come off.

She didn't know what she did wrong. She unwrapped the belt of his breeches, tried pulling it out but it wouldn't come.

Her confused look made Sandor laugh. She glared at him, her cheeks turning red again and he found it adorable. His hand reached her cheek and with two of his fingers, he pulled her cheek. She then figured out that he was pinching her.

That made her smile.

Her soft hands were still struggling to pull his cloth down, and then realised that he was purposely tensing his body so that his breeches wouldn't come.

'Sandor, you're being unreasonable. Take it off.'

He winked, lifting his body up so that she could pull it off. Her eyes hungrily stared down his length, and he chuckled pushing her chin up to look at him.

She then straddled him, letting his manhood brush her stomach and she exhaled loudly.

She grabbed his face and kissed him. Sandor rocked his hips against hers, wrapping his arms around her waist and holding the back of her head to deepen the kiss. He runs his tongue on her lower lip, and grips her hips. She yelped at his rough gesture, and using that opportunity he shoves his tongue into her mouth. She tugs his hair as he hungrily kissed her, the wet sounds of their kisses and groans filled the air. His hand then moves down her neck, groping her breasts painfully. He pinched and flicked her buds with fingers and she moaned loudly, trying to grip onto something to release her torture. He then plants feverish kisses down her neck that sent jolts of unbearable pleasure. He bites and sucks on her sensitive spot which he was very familiar with and she moans his name.

That makes him growl and bite her skin, leaving red marks all over her. The pleasure and sensations she received were overwhelming. But she pushes both his hands down, though they didn't really move from their spot. He notices her pushing him and stops what he was doing.