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Brogan drew up her hips further, gaining a new and even lovelier angle within her as he picked up his pace gradually. Before long he was rocking her body against the soft sofa with growling grunts and had captured one of her nipples again. His hands found her thighs again, encouraging her legs to wrap around his waist.

Brogan sought to bring her the greatest pleasure he could, and in doing so, he found that perfect spot within her that drove her wild.
 
Julia let out a little howl when she felt his lips wrap around one of her nipples, suckling on it as she wrapped her legs around his hips. Her green eyes closed and she tightened her grip on the cushion beneath her as he found that perfect spot within her body. Her other hand closed tightly against his shoulder, her entire body drawing taunt before she finally cried out and came for her husband. Her pussy rippled around his cock, pulling it deep and massaging him as she gasped for much needed air.
 
Brogan pressed tight against her as she came, the mere pulling and fluttering of her walls and blossom taking him over so entirely that he let loose a wave of his seed into her belly, branding her as his own once more, and seeming to finally wash away the sin of Arland.

Brogan's body grew heavy over her own, but as ever, he supported himself so not to be too heavy. "Love..." he breathed, stealing her lips for his own once more.
 
Julia was panting as the welcome weight of her husband settled on top of her body, pressing her into the cushions as he murmured against her ear. She let out a sigh and kissed him gently, brushing the dark hair from his eyes as she looked deeply into them.

"I don't know whether I should laugh or cry." Julia said softly, pressing her forehead against his for a long moment.
 
"I'd prefer th' former, t'be honest," Brogan told her with a smile as his dark eyes searched her own. He'd long since memorized everything about her and her features and her eyes, but she could still see the enchantment in his own eyes.

"Damn, yer beautiful," he whispered before kissing her again. He just couldn't get enough of her kiss and she knew it.
 
Julia could drown in her husband’s kiss and she was sure that he knew that fact very well. She whimpered as he kissed her deeply and she curled her arms around his neck, drawing his warm body more firmly against her own once again. Her green eyes fluttered close and she lost herself in the way that he loved her so immensely.
 
Brogan finally had to break their kiss when he forgot to breathe, and he sighed heavily against her neck, "Y'make me wish I could make love t'ya forever, Julia..." He didn't want to be done just yet and she could feel the strength still left in him. With a dark smile, he kissed at her neck, pressing closer to see if she was willing to continue.

"I love you," he whispered in her ear.
 
Julia gasped as her husband pressed close, his manhood hardening in her wet passage. She let out a moan as he whispered against her ear and she bit her lower lip to try and gain control over herself again. She knew it was a hopeless cause and she whined hotly for him, tilting her head backwards to give him greater access to her neck.
 
With his own dark groan, Brogan's hips began to move again once he'd hardened fully, and he shifted backward easily without his cock leaving her, til she was straddling his waist. He was half-sitting up, leaning against the arm of the sofa, and he grinned wickedly up at her. "Ride me, love," he encouraged. "I'm no one's but yer own." He kissed hotly at her collarbone, and decided her breasts needed a little more attention.

Taking one nipple between his lips, he didn't suckle as normal. He worried at it ever so gently with his teeth and rounded circles around it with his warm tongue.
 
Julia stared down at her husband with a smile as he changed their positions, her legs now straddling her husband’s hips. She shivered as he told her to ride him, telling her that he was hers and hers alone. She moaned as he kissed her collarbone hotly and then took her nipple between his lips. The moment his teeth captured the nub, Julia let out a cry and jerked her hips hard over his cock. Her lips parted and her brow furrowed, a wave of desire snaking through her as she tilted her head to stare down at her husband.
 
Brogan groaned darkly at her sudden movement, and his answer was to keep right at her breast with all energy. One hand found her hip and the other came up to the middle of her back between her shoulder blades, pressing her closer. He pulled his lips away a moment to kiss at the underside of her jaw, whispering encouragement and sweet nothings to her. He told her that all he wanted was to please her, to hear her moan for him. His lips soon descended once more to her other nipple.
 
Moan she did. She let out a low groan as his lips captured her other nipple and soon she was riding him in earnest with a little help from the hand that was clenched at her hip. Leaning low over her husband, she whimpered and sighed for him, listening to the darkly growled words of what he wanted as encouragement as she rode him in a steady rhythm.
 
Brogan soon laid back completely, watching her with awe and a smirk. He took hold of her hips and slowed her to a stop, lifting her from his cock. Slowly, with her juices allowing more ease of access, he pressed into her bottom with a long, loud groan at the tightness. He looked up at her, hoping she enjoyed it like he did. He lifted a hand to her cheek, drawing her down to kiss her again.
 
Julia whimpered hotly as she felt Brogan’s slick cock slowly pressing against her bottom. She let out a whimper as her hands braced against his broad chest, panting as he slipped easily into her body.

“Oh God!” She cried out, gasping as she was suddenly pulled into a passionate kiss and held still as his cock made slow, sweet love to her bottom.
 
With the leverage of the couch arm to use to his advantage, Brogan took hold of her hips and thrust ever so slowly into her body with the utmost love and care. Every movement was for her own benefit and deep pleasure. "Julia," he sighed breathlessly. "Oh, Julia..."

He kissed her again, trying so hard to show her and tell her all he couldn't say.
 
Julia whimpered against his lips, gasping as her fingers curled tightly against his shoulders. Her pussy was incredibly wet, dripping against her husband’s skin as she struggled with all of the emotions that were coursing through her at the moment. She loved him beyond reason and she wanted him to know that. Surely he did, she asked herself as she jerked her hips against him hard, howling against his lips as she came violently without warning.
 
Brogan massaged her thighs as she came and her juices spilled against his midsection. He smiled lovingly, kissing her cheek and forehead, encouraging still for her to enjoy it and relax. He let loose his seed into her body with a soft, long groan against her neck.

"I love you so, darlin'," he told her, unable to think of anything that could convey it properly.
 
Julia rested against his chest, nuzzling against his cheek as she felt hot tears come to her eyes. She didn’t say a word as she cried against his skin, all of her doubt and guilt and worry coming to the surface and releasing as she basked in the love of her husband. When she was finished, she sniffled and relaxed, a long sigh leaving her lips as she did so.

“I love you, Brogan.” She whispered against his ear, her word for him along as she pressed her lips against his cheek gently.
 
He drew his spent shaft from her body with a sigh and he turned on his side laying her between himself and the supportive back of the sofa to keep her warm while they recovered. He brushed her hair back slowly, laying his forehead against hers and closing his eyes. He could lay there forever if it were only possible.
 
Julia was quiet for a moment as they lay there and recovered from what they had just finished doing. Pressing her forehead against his, she wrapped her arm around his broad chest and snuggled close to his warmth. She loved her husband and she hoped that he knew this. It would break her heart to lose him and with war looming, she knew it was a thought that they both had on their minds.

“Are you afraid?” She asked him softly, wanting to know what was on his mind.
 
"Afraid...?" He opened his eyes to meet hers, knowing just what she meant. His brow furrowed as he thought of the looming war, and he closed his eyes again with a sigh. "I'm terrified... always am. Ain' ne'er been a single fight I 'aven't wanted t'run an' 'ide from..." This was coming from a man often called once of the fiercest and best Scottish warriors in Britannia.

"When I was younger... I thought I was fearless. Tha' was til I saw a man die fer th'first time. After tha', I was terrified. When I married Cassie, I stopped bein' afraid t'die an' more afraid t'be away from 'er because I died. After I lost 'er, I didn' care any more an' I thought I wanted t'die... But with you, Julia... Gods, I'm more afraid than I've e'er been. I don' want t'leave ya 'r th'kids. I couldn' stand bein' away from you in any life 'r afterlife."
 
“You know that if something happened to you that I and Ciaran and Annie would be alright.” She said softly, her palm cupping his cheek as she listened to him put his fears into words. “I would raise them to be the best people that they can possibly be.”

She didn’t like talking about Brogan dying as it had almost happened so many times in the past year of their marriage, but she wanted him to know that they would be alright should it happen.
 
"Y'would be, b'cause Ma an' th'rest o' th'family would take care o' you. But y'have t'promise me somethin', Julia... If I e'er did fall, tha' ye'd at least try t'find a good man fer yerself, someone y'can love. I'm no' sayin' y'have t'get married again, but I jus' want ya t'try. Y'don't deserve t'e'er be alone, an' if Ma's right, there's more than one person out in th'world fer everyone."
 
She would never find someone else like Brogan and they both knew that, but for her husband’s sake she agreed. She kissed him gently before she gave him a little smile.

“I’m not afraid that you’ll fall.” She said softly. “You promised me a proper wedding and I’m going to hold you to that, Brogan.”
 
"I'd come back from my bloody grave t'hold m'promises t'you." He picked himself up then and went to lock the library door before returning to her, using a throw blanket on the back of the sofa to cover the both of them so they didn't have to leave all night. He laid his head on his arm and pulled a sofa pillow down for her.
 
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