Ghis (closed)

"Shh... love, it's okay... you are home, and you're safe. Everything's going to be just fine..." Valentina coaxed gently, taking her to a different room while the blood in the bedroom was cleaned up. Kitty also came to comfort her, and within the hour, a healer came to tell them Brogan would be completely fine.
 
Julia barely heard the words of the healer as he came to pronounce that Brogan would be fine. She sat curled up in a chair, her legs hugged to her chest as Kitty and Valentina fawned over her. She had gone from hysterical to dangerously quiet. Her face had bruised to a healthy shade of purple, the goose egg on her forehead swelling even larger.

“I want to see him.” She said softly, her emerald eyes finally showing signs of life as she turned them towards the healer.
 
"'E's awake, come along, your Ladyship," the healer led her down to the opposite hall, where Brogan lay quietly, propped up, his shirt gone and disposed of and the bandage wrapped around his chest and under his arm to hold it in place. As Julia entered, he turned his head to look at her, and held out a hand for her to come to him.

"Julia... y'all right, love...?" He asked softly.
 
Julia stood looking at Brogan for the longest moment, not moving and not speaking. Her bright eyes took in everything, from the bandage on his body to the slightly pale look to his skin. When he held out his hand for her, she slowly walked forward, crawling into the bed along side him without even asking if she could.

Pressing her cheek against his warm shoulder, she shook her head no as he asked if she were alright. No, she wasn’t, and she wasn’t going to pretend that she was. She had almost been murdered in the home where she was suppose to feel safe. It wasn’t fair at all…
 
"I'm so sorry, darlin'..." He whispered, "I'm gonna finish this... Wick'll never attack us again when I'm finished with 'em..." But the thing bothering him the most was how the Wick assassin had known the exact room to go to, and how he knew the perfect time to enter.
 
Julia was again silent as Brogan talked about getting wick for this. She let out a small sigh. It didnt really matter to her who had done the horrible deed. She knew that her husband would try his hardest to make sure that she was protected.

"Brogan," she said softly her eyes turning towards his dark gaze. "Are you saying that because of what happened to Cassie or do you really care about what happens to me?"

Was this their second chance? Was this the fresh start that he wanted?

"If its for me then I want you to kiss me and prove that you want me here. Kiss me like you use to."
 
Brogan met her eyes, and bold as brass, he proved it was all for her as he drew her head up and kissed her like his life depended on it, the kind of kiss that set off a million fireworks in one's head. After who knew how long, he slowly drew back, and boldly, but softly, he said, "I let Cassie go when I fell in love with you, Julia... None o' this 'as been fer her or 'er memory."
 
Julia whimpered as he met her eyes and pulled her into a bold and consuming kiss. She a stunned by his passion and quickly found herself drowning in what was the most beautiful kiss of her life. When the kiss broke and he drew himself back, Julia felt her heart swelling with an unnamed emotion as he declared that Cassie was the last thing on his mind.

He loved her. He thought about her over Cassie. Did that mean that she’d been forgiven? “Make love to me, Brogan. I need you…”

It had been so long since she’d felt her husband inside of her. It didn’t matter what they had both been through…she wanted to celebrate that they were both alive and they were both healing.
 
Brogan did not hesitate despite his injury, surging forward with a silent dominance that held the inner softness she so loved. He turned them both over, laying her back against the sheets. He pressed his hips easily between her legs, kissing her once more before giving her skin, her neck and shoulders the attention that he loved to give. There was no doubt about his obsession with her skin. As his steady hand slid beneath her to pull loose her dress laces, he lifted his head to whisper in her ear something he'd never offered previously: "Tell me 'ow ya want me, Julia... I'll do anythin' ya like... I'll take ya any way you want..."
 
Julia was trembling as he rolled her to her back, his body looming over her as he pressed his hips firmly to the cradle of her hips, showing her just how much he wanted her. She gasped at the heat between them as he kissed her neck, over her shoulders, and the skin that was shown as his free hand pulled at her laces to pull her gown free.

She shivered at the hot breath that fanned against her ear as he whispered to her. She gasped as her mind spun at all the possibilities that could be had between them. She knew what she wanted, but she didn’t know if she had the courage to ask for it.

“I want to be punished.” She whispered in a rushed breath, her eyes clenching shut as she felt his dark gaze turn towards her. “Brogan…I still feel the guilt heavy on my heart and I feel as if you forgave me too easily. I want to feel punished. I want to feel that everything is truly alright between us.”

She reached and laced her fingers through his hair, turning his head towards her as she slowly opened her green eyes again. “I want to feel as if I got what I deserved.”
 
He met her eyes, and she could see the thought process begin. He was about to say that he'd already forgiven her and it was not so easy, but he had an idea. "Then ya will." There was a dark tone there, and he rose from the bed, drawing her up to her feet. With focused ease, he practically ripped her clothing from her body, and he pinned her to the wall with her back to him. He wasn't being rough, but there was some force of domination there. He pulled his belt from his waist and bound her hands, pinning them above her head with the use of his good arm.

With a dark growl, he unbuttoned his trousers and didn't wait an extra second before driving his steel-stiff shaft hard and deep inside her from behind.
 
Julia gasped as she was pulled from the bed, Brogan’s dark voice making her shiver as he sat her upon her feet and started back tearing the clothing from her body. When she was naked, she was marched towards the nearest wall and spun around, her cheek and naked body pressing against the rough stone. She was panting, something dark within her liking the attention that her husband was giving her.

She was floored as he gathered her hands in his and pulled his thick belt securely around her wrists, binding them before holding them high over her head. She was his captive to do with whatever he wanted and she let out a soft moan at that realization.

“Oh!” She cried out as Brogan growled darkly against her ear and thrust his hard shaft deep inside her wet and willing body. “Oh God!”

The pleasure of being speared, combined with the erotic scene that was playing out, made her breathless. She squirmed as he held her pinned, her body stretching deliciously around his hard length as his hips pressed against her bottom.

“More, Brogan…” She whimpered, her cheeks blushing hot crimson as she practically begged him for more.
 
With animalistic grunts and growls, Brogan thrust hard and fast into her core, jaw clenched tight. He was no longer a man, but a wolf taking his woman. This position did not last long, though. Without warning, he pulled himself from her entrance and turned her back around to face him. There was a beastly glint in his eyes of a man finally finding his sexual peak of power, or an animal finally conquering that which he'd been seeking for years. He brought her bound hands down behind his neck and lifted her up with his powerful arms, impaling her once more upon his rock-hard shaft. Setting her back to the wall, he used the resistance as a chance to drive harder and deeper inside his wife's willing body. His deep groans and growls sounded like that of a great bear now, dangerous and wild and entirely unmerciful.
 
Julia whimpered each time Brogan thrust into her body, pulling her to her tip toes with each motion. She felt like a true captive just then, being taken by a wild beast as he grunted and growled with each hard push. Her emerald eyes fluttered shut as her body rubbed against the hard stone of the wall.

She let out a gasp as he suddenly pulled away, leaving her empty as she was spun around to look him in the eye. She trembled as the glint in his eyes told her that she was about to be truly claimed. As her arms were draped around his neck and she was lifted in his thick arms, she moaned in intense pleasure as his hard shaft sunk deep into her wet and willing flesh.

This was both heaven and hell as he plundered her with groans and growls, her lips finding his and allowing him to know that she truly did care for him. Everything she had was put into that kiss and the result was a soul searing, passion filled moment that ignited the fire inside of her belly.
 
Brogan's mind raced with what to do with her, but blanked out at such a kiss so much so that he almost forgot to keep pumping into her. But soon, one idea came into his mind that would well and truly punish her whilst giving him pleasure. Lifting her hips, he pulled from her once more, leaving his shaft slick with her juices, and without warning, he drove his length into her previously untouched rear, snarling darkly at the resistance. It was no the verge of painful for her, but the almost-sick pleasure was twice as strong.
 
Julia let out a wounded shriek as Brogan pulled from her body and thrust into her bottom. She turned her face into his throat, biting the skin there to muffle her shock and fear. The feeling was indescribable. It hurt more than she cared to think about…but in a way it also felt oddly pleasurable.

Her muffled cries continued as he snarled in pleasure at the resistance that her untried bottom gave to him. Her fingers clenched tightly into fists, her bound arms tightening with each firm motion of his hips.
 
Brogan soon felt his release building, but he didn't let it end just yet. He pulled from her once more and he lowered her onto the bed, releasing her hands from his belt. He knelt before her and without warning buried his tongue inside her moist blossom, bold as brass and hungry for her. It was a tactic to raise her to near breaking while letting himself calm so he could go longer.
 
Julia whimpered as Brogan pulled himself from her bottom and turned away from the wall. She clung to him as he walked towards the bed and slowly lowered her towards the surface. She watched as he released her hands and soon was kneeling between her parted thighs. She moaned gently as he draped her legs over his shoulders and was soon diving between her wet folds, devouring her like a man possessed.

“Brogan!” She cried, her back arching off the bed as his tongue flicked along her wet folds. “Oh, love…”

She hadn’t called him that since the moment he discovered her with Ciaran. She hadn’t meant to use it either since he had insisted that he never call him that, but it slipped free and felt so right. She was so wrapped up in the storm of pleasure, she didn’t realize that it had even been said.
 
Brogan had been lost to anger the last time he heard her call him 'love', but this time, it was something that made him more sure that they were giving up the memory of the incident. He had, after all, said he'd wanted to forget it, and forget it he would in their moments together.

His thick tongue lapped at her wet folds almost obsessively and he sucked at her clit firmly until he could feel her nearing her peak. At just the perfect moment he picked himself up with her legs still over his shoulders, and he drove his shaft seemingly deeper inside her waiting body than she'd ever known.
 
Julia gasped as his tongue worshiped her folds and his lips suckled on her clit until she was sure that she was about to explode. Then he stopped and was suddenly looming over her body with her legs still over his shoulders as he drove into her body in a single thrust. She cried out in pleasure, her eyes fluttering close as he touched so many things deep inside her.

“Love!” She squealed as she came around his shaft, her wet folds gripping and pulling at his cock as she exploded for him in a soul stealing orgasm.
 
Brogan thrusted hard into her several times, riding out her climax expertly until his own struck him like a cannon. He let her legs fall from his shoulders and he wrapped her up tightly in his arms kissing her neck hungrily. With one last strong thrust, he groaned darkly in her ear, and his seed shot into her belly, filling and claiming her as his own alone.

Brogan's chest heaved powerfully like great furnace bellows, and his kisses to her skin softened from possessive to loving, gentle and aiming to please.
 
The feel of his hot seed branding her made Julia moan in intense pleasure. She shivered in his arms as he pulled her to his chest, kissing her neck and shoulders in the loving manner that touched her very soul. She felt tears upon her cheeks and she sniffled as she buried her face against his throat. She would never be able to tell him how much that very moment meant to her, but she was sure that he had some idea of that.

“I love you, Brogan.” She whispered softly. “With all of my heart and soul.”

She pressed her lips to his throat before pulling away to stare up into his dark gaze. “My darling, sweet husband…”

Her lips pressed against his in a soothing moment, her tongue gently twisting with his as her arms wrapped around his chest to draw herself closer to his skin.
 
Brogan thoroughly enjoyed her kiss before he would answer with a kiss to the edge of her ear, "An' I love you, Julia... Ain' never loved anyone more..." He lifted his head and met her eyes with a soft gaze that told her she was the only one in his world. "I don' think I could live without you now..."
 
Gently she pressed her forehead against his and gave him a smile that told him of her happiness. She would have gone through fire to simply hear those words from his lips. She sighed softly, her sore pussy clenching around his cock as it started to soften slightly.

“I do believe you’ve ruined me.” She murmured back, blushing crimson at her attempt to be alluring and seductive for her husband.
 
Brogan pulled his shaft from her blossom and kissed warmly along her jaw, muttering, "How'd I manage tha', love?" His kisses continued down her neck and shoulder and collarbone. His obsession with her skin was incredibly distracting.
 
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