Impulse

*Sandra*

We went to quite a few more shops before heading back to the house. We picked out flowers. We picked out a catering service, well one that will help Henry with his dishes and serving. We found everything I would need to marry my king in one day. I was happy, calmer, and ready to see Joseph. Since the day he took me, or saved me, depending on the way I look at it, I hadn't really spent this much time away. He quickly became my home, and I didn't feel whole if I wasn’t where he was. As the car pulled up to the house, I felt the day’s fatigue wash over me, mingling with the anticipation of seeing Joseph again. The quiet hum of the engine and the rhythmic shuffle of Sophia packing away our bags seemed to amplify the thoughts swirling in my mind. Joseph occupied every corner of my heart, his presence an anchor amidst the chaos of wedding preparations and Brotherhood life. As the doors opened, the house greeted us with a familiar warmth, and the scent of freshly polished wood floors hinted at the order that had been restored after the earlier services. I was eager to share the details of our day with Joseph; to reveal the choices we had made for the ceremony that would bind us together not just in love but in destiny. My steps quickened as I entered, the weight of my absence fading the moment I imagined his steady gaze and the safety only he could provide. 

The soft murmur of voices reached me as I made my way through the hallway, grounding me in comfort. The warmth of the space was unmistakable, not the country house, but an extension of the life Joseph had carefully pieced together despite the chaos that often surrounded him. As I stepped into the office, I caught sight of him, his frame illuminated by the low light of the room. He was leaning over the desk; a pensive look etched into his features as though he were locked in silent battle with an unseen foe. He straightened the moment he sensed my presence, his eyes softening as they met mine, and for a fleeting moment, the weight he carried seemed to ease. I crossed the room with purpose, closing the distance between us, the day’s tensions melting away as his hand found mine. Though his embrace was steady, I could sense the storm still lingering behind his calm exterior, a quiet reminder of the truths that threatened to surface. Yet in that moment, as I leaned into his warmth and felt the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, I knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, we would face them together, bound by the love and resilience that had carried us this far. 

I looked up at him and he smiled. “My beautiful fiancé, how was your shopping? I missed you.” He leaned down and kissed me, deeply, reminding me that the longing I had for him was only growing stronger. “I missed you, too!” I said, catching my breath from the passion I felt from his kiss. Joseph's gaze lingered, carrying a depth of emotion that felt unspoken yet palpable as if he wished to shield me from a weight he wasn’t ready to share. Still, his steady presence grounded me, reminding me that no matter what storms brewed on the horizon, we were tethered by the strength of our connection. I placed my hand gently on his arm, encouraging him with the silent promise that I would stand beside him through anything. As the silence stretched between us in the room, it was not uncomfortable but layered—filled with the echoes of unvoiced thoughts and plans too vast to articulate. I stepped closer, brushing against him as his warmth enveloped me, and he reached out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind my ear with deliberate care. In that moment, the day’s fatigue seemed to lift, replaced by the quiet certainty that our union would not just be a celebration but an unyielding vow to navigate life's labyrinth together, no matter the trials ahead. A flicker of resolve washed across Joseph’s face, and his lips curved into a faint, meaningful smile, as though he had just made a promise to himself that he couldn’t yet voice aloud. 

It drove me crazy not to immediately ask him what happened with the dress shop woman, but since I could sense he didn't feel like talking about it, I sat down on the corner of the desk. I began telling him all about the flowers, and how the caterer didn't seem all too pleased about working for another chef until I told him who the wedding was for. I told him how Seven and Jay were watching over us closely and Jay seemed bored very quickly in each store. He seemed to hang on my every word, or he was enjoying watching my lips move. He walked over, locked his office door, and took out his comm. The whole time still responding to every word I said. He walked right in front of me, grabbing my face in his hands. “I need you.” he growled, bending down and kissing my neck to my collarbone. I leaned my head back giving him access. “Take the pain away, boss.” I said softly back to him.  

He growled again, this time inaudible and spread my legs pulling me to the edge of the desk. I had to put my hands back to hold myself up as to not knock everything off that sat behind me on the desk. He pulled my pants and panties off roughly and threw them on the floor. Pushing my knees apart he bent down to his knees and started instant using his tongue to stimulate me. I moaned loudly as pushed the button that made my legs shake. I felt his fingers pushing on the spot, and I arched my back, unable to hold myself up any longer. Things from the desk started crashing to the floor, but he was unbothered. After I exploded, he stood up and unbuttoned his pants. “Are you ready? I am going to take you now?” I nodded, breathing so heavily that the words couldn't leave my lips. He pulled me onto him and started slamming into me as hard as he could. Growling and moaning in an almost beastlike fury. I moaned louder. I couldn’t stop myself, though I tried, knowing the world outside that door could probably hear me. He looked down at me and as I covered my mouth. He leaned into me, grabbing my wrists and pushing them above my head. “I want to hear you.” He said that darkness taking him over. Again, he started taking me over and I screamed in pleasure. When I exploded, he finally allowed himself to do the same.

When we finally caught our breath, he pulled me up to him, holding me close to his chest. “You are my fucking life, Sandra.” His words very passionate and raw. “I fucking love you. You are my family. You are my strength. You are everything to me. You and this Brotherhood.” I put my arms around her body. “You are everything to me, my King.” He looked down at me, pulling my face up so my eyes could meet his. “The dress shop owner, Rachele, I think she is my sister.” He closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against mine. I didn't say anything out loud, but my mind raced with questions. *Wait, he has a sister?*