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Boar was immediately pulled under by her kiss, and when they parted, he muttered, "You are... But what do I do...?" His eyes were almost hazy with the spell she'd cast over him.

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Brogan had no reason not to believe her, so he let it go at that and smiled softly as she did indeed distract him, "See somethin' ya like, darlin'?" He chuckled cupping her cheeks in his calloused, warm hands and setting his forehead to hers. It was a simple gesture, but it seemed to be one that Brogan was most affectionate about.
 
“I’m sure you’ll come up with something, dear. You always do.” Emma purred, grinning at her husband as she pulled him towards their bed.



Julia smiled as Brogan cupped her cheeks and pressed his forehead against hers. The closeness that she shared with her husband in that moment was amazing. Maybe Ciaran was wrong about him. Maybe he always had this loving side to him and only showed it to a select few.

“With you…always.” She said softly, kissing him with a gentle passion that a man like Brogan deserved.
 
Boar followed as if entranced. He might as well have been from the first moment he saw her. She could ask him to do anything, and with enough 'encouragement' he would.

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Brogan gladly returned her kiss and ran a gentle hand back through her hair, "Let's get t'bed, hm? Dealin' with Boar's gonna take all th' energy we've got."
 
Julia smiled as Brogan returned her kiss and ran his gentle hand through her hair. “I agree.” One last kiss to his lips and she was turning to dress for bed.

Once she was dressed and nestled up against his side beneath the sheets, she found it hard for sleep to finally come. She lay there, staring into the dim light provided by the fire in the hearth, sighing softly.

“Brogan?” She asked softly. “Tell me about Annie.”
 
"Well... I ain' seen 'er in a long time... But... she's got jet-black 'air like m' mother used t' 'ave, an' th' bluest eyes I e'er saw, more'n 'er mother e'er had. She was jus' a li'l tiny thing last I saw 'er. She was always small, but she's got an 'eart o' gold e'ven fer someone so young..." He smiled to himself at the thought of his daughter. "I jus' 'ope she remembers me, an'll fergive me fer bein' outta 'er life so long."
 
“I’m sure she will forgive you, Brogan. You’re her father and you love her very much. Just show her that when the time comes and I’m sure all will be right in the world.” Julia said softly, trying to give her husband good advice on how to touch the heart of his long gone daughter.

“And I’m sure she’ll have questions about her mother. I would be prepared to answer those despite the hurt it might cause.” She said gently, placing her hand on her husband’s chest for support. “It’s important for her to know about Cassie as well.”
 
"Unless she thinks yer her mother," Brogan chuckled. "I'll tell 'er 'bout Cassie still, though." He turned on his side to face her, his eyes taking in and memorizing every detail of her face. After a quiet minute of two, he finally said, "I didn' think I could e'er love anyone again... An' I didn' ever think you, after 'ow cruel I was, could love me..."
 
“It’s easy to love you, Brogan. If I didn’t, I fear our marriage would be dreadfully long.” Julia smiled at him then, leaning across the small gap to press a kiss against his lips.

She sighed at the gentle contact and when the kiss broke, she stared at him in the low light with a blush upon her cheeks. “Shall we start on an heir for you, Brogan?” She asked him softly.
 
"Let's 'ope no one in'erupts us this time, hm?" His smile was that of pure gentility. Instead of taking the dominant lane, this time he drew her up over himself, letting her straddle his waist. He genuinely wanted to see what she could do if given a chance.
 
Julia gasped as Brogan lifted her over his body, straddling her husband’s naked belly. She blushed deeply as her nightgown bunched around her hips, exposing her long legs. She placed her hands flat on his chest and thought over the situation. What would she do next? She had no idea but the way that he stared up at her told her that he was expecting something.

“I’m…I’m not sure…” She murmured as she slipped backwards on his belly until she met with the throbbing length of his naked cock. “Oh!”

Slowly, she lifted herself up on her knees, moving a hand to reach between them and guide his thick member to her wet entrance. Slowly she started to sink back to her knees, his cock slipping easily inside her body.

“Brogan…” She whimpered, her lower lip caught between her teeth at the pleasure that coursed along her spine.
 
Brogan didn't hold back the soft groan that rumbled from his chest, "Perfect, Julia..." he encouraged in a whisper. His huge hands came to her hips, guiding her slowly to ride him. It was odd yet empowering, to be the one on top with the most control, and Brogan gladly gave her that control. "Tha's it, love..."
 
Julia whimpered as she felt Brogan’s strong hands circle around her hips, slowly pulling her up his hard length and then back down again. She shivered at the contact between them, his rumbled words making her feel loved and powerful.

With her hands planted against his strong chest, she slowly started to raise and lower her hips, slowly riding him as he helped to set her pace. The quiet slap that sounded each time her hips made contact with his was intoxicating and she moaned, her head tipping backwards as she let the sound envelope her.

“Free my breasts, Brogan. I want to feel your hands upon them.” She whimpered, her wet folds growing even damper at the naughty words that came from her lips.
 
Brogan was honestly surprised, but glad to oblige. One by one, he unbuttoned the front of the gown, slipping it away and letting it fall behind her. His warm hands cupped her tender breasts, massaging them luxuriously before catching one nipple between his thumb and forefinger, giving it a light pinch. Guiding her to lean down over him, he caught that same nipple in his lips to tongue and suck on it almost needfully.
 
Julia gasped as his strong hands cupped her breasts, massing them as she continued to ride his hard cock. She whimpered as he captured a tender pink nipple between his fingers and pinched it. She clenched her wet folds hard around his cock at that pinch and moaned hotly for him. Blushing deeply, she realized that she liked that little pinch a lot.

“Oh, love…” She murmured as he guided her across his body, her breasts presented to him in the most enticing manner.

She cradled his head close as he caught that poor nipple between his lips and suckled on it until Julia saw stars. Her hips moved a little faster, the soft rhythm of their coupling sounding loud in the quiet of the room.

“Take me, Brogan. Make me yours…” She murmured in a breathy tone, her lips pressing to the top of his head as he continued to feast upon her hard little nipples.
 
That request made his blood run hot, and he switched to give her other nipple some well-deserved attention, while his hands returned to her hips. His own began to meet hers with some force. He soon sat her up straight again, and pressed a palm just below her navel, and it brought on a sensation she'd never known before. It felt like there was so much less room inside her body for him, pressing the sensitive flesh within tight to his thick shaft, doubling the sensation. It clearly had an effect on him too, eliciting a deep bear-like growl from his barrel chest.
 
Julia gasped as he sat her straight up, his hips meeting hers with a forceful slap as he pressed his hand against her belly. The sensation made her tremble, her lips o’ing with pleasure as he growled deep in his chest. Each slap of their hips elicited a moan from her lips and she knew she was not far from her orgasm.

“Brogan…I’M…” She couldn’t even get the words out before she was crying out in pleasure, her pussy clenching hard around her husband’s thrusting shaft as she came hard for him.
 
At the sudden clenching, Brogan let out a groan almost like a deep howl, moaning out her name, and with three more hard thrusts, he erupted into her belly filling her with a warm wave of his seed. He drew her down to lay against his chest to kiss her lovingly, almost thankfully. But as they parted to catch their breath, he ran his fingers back through her hair, smiling up at her, a smile that, in the beginning of their relationship, seemed impossible for such a man.
 
Julia moaned lowly as Brogan pulled her down to lie against his chest as he filled her with his seed. She whimpered sweetly as he kissed her in the most loving, soul consuming kiss she’d ever had in her life. When the kiss parted, she looked down at her husband and his warm smile as he ran his fingers through her hair. She returned his kiss and felt tears pricking her eyes.

How had the gruff man that she’d met just a few short days ago turned into the loving man that she’d always dreamed about? Was Ciaran right about him or was this the genuine Brogan that had loved her from the beginning? She was so confused as she rested her head on his uninjured shoulder and started to cry with the guilt of what she’d done.
 
Brogan had pulled from her body and laid a blanket over them, but as he felt her tears on his skin, he sat up slowly with her and took her face carefully in his hands. "Julia...?" He asked in a soft tone devoid of the dark growl he'd first addressed her with. "Wha's wrong, sweet'eart?" He was afraid he'd done something wrong, or something had happened to her.
 
“Nothing.” Julia muttered miserably as he carefully sat up with her, his hands gently cradling her face as she looked anywhere but into his eyes. “Nothing…it’s all just so…overwhelming sometimes.”

She sniffled and swiped at her eyes with the back of her hand. “I promise, Brogan. It’s nothing. Just me being silly.”

She leaned forward and kissed him then, praying that he believed her. She didn’t know if she had the heart to confess to him why she’d really been crying.
 
"You don't have to hide from me, Julia..." Brogan encouraged her. She did not strike him as a woman who'd cry over nothing. And when she wouldn't even look at him, he knew something was truly wrong. "Julia... look me in the eye, and tell me. Is it something I did, or someone else? What is it?"
 
Julia shook her head no when he told her to look him in the eye. Her heart was racing and she knew that Brogan would kill her if he found out what she’d been doing with Ciaran. Ciaran would probably die too by his hand.

“Brogan, it’s nothing you did. Trust me, please.” She said softly, her green eyes finally turning towards his. “I promise, it’s just me being silly. What we did was so beautiful and it just…it struck me in just the right way.”
 
It was hard for Brogan to accept her answer, but he had no reason not to trust her. So he let it go, kissing her once more. "Alright... I trust ya." He offered her a gentle smile and drew her close again, just to hold her. He laid back once more and drew the blanket up to her shoulders to keep her warm, though his embrace was almost enough by itself.
 
“Thank you, Brogan.” She murmured softly, cuddling close to her husband as he held her tightly. “Thank you.”

She sighed as he lay them back on the bed, the blanket pulled up over her shoulders and his warm chest creating a nice environment. Her head nestled back into that little spot on his shoulder that she had found earlier.

“I love you, Brogan.” Julia murmured softly, kissing his cheek before she settled down for sleep.
 
Morning came quietly, and when Brogan awoke, he slowly, carefully lifted Julia from her place on top of him, and he rose to go take a short bath. Once he returned, he dressed, pulling on his leather armguard over a dark green tunic, then his belts and black kilt over his dark trousers.


Meanwhile, Boar was rising about the same time and doing just about the same thing before returning to Emma's side, remaining there loyally, thinking of how he'd secure Inverness for his love. Perhaps if he removed something that Brogan would fall apart without?
 
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