For Emma, Wills is the perfect husband--and a tirelessly sinful lover. At their home, in dark corners at dinner parties, in carriage rides across London, they explore each other's bodies in a consuming passion that won't end. But then a devastating illness turns pleasure into peril and Wills realizes one careless mistake could cost Emma her life. He moves far away to Bath, where his unceasing desire can no longer harm her.
Left to her own devices, Emma plans a new life for herself in Paris. She writes to Wills--tearful letters, pleading letters, letters threatening to leave him, letters begging him to return--but he never responds. She decides to confront the stubborn man in the flesh but finds him unwilling to say goodbye. Wills loves Emma and he has until Paris to prove they're meant to be together--and to show her dark, forbidden pleasures unlike any she's known before.
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Ellora's Cave Publishing, Incorporated
November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Until Paris by Ellen Trubody
Wills had been gentle at first.
Not Emma. From the beginning, she had pounded and pulled and scraped at the seductive mass and weight of him until he responded in kind, thrusting unmercifully into her, leaving them both exhausted and damp in each other's arms.
She might at least have tried to be maidenly and shy while she was still a bride. But something about Wills had always brought out the least seemly sides of her nature. It may have been the simple affront of such superior size, or perhaps she'd been so bold because he was a doctor.
Not just a doctor but one about to specialize in something called "women's medicine", of all things. For that, he'd brought a case of books and drawings with him--drawings Emma looked at with wary fascination.
"Am I like that?" she dared to ask one day. The artist's rendering of the female anatomy looked something like a seashell, layered and secretive, intricately curving in and around itself, both lovely and alien somehow.
Wills looked at the sketch then back at his wife. The left side of his mouth curved. "Yours is more beautiful," he said.
Slightly disappointed that he should joke in answer, she turned to another picture but he stopped her hand.
"I'll show you," he said.
She tugged uneasily against his tight grip as he drew her intractably from the study into their room. Before she could open her mouth to object, he set her on the edge of their bed and told her to wait.
Wills removed his coat, the curl of his lip deepening into something determined and lewd.
And so Emma did wait. With tingling anticipation she watched the muscles of his broad back work to lift the large cheval mirror by his dressing table and place it in front of her.
"Allow me." He knelt at her feet, removed her slippers and lifted her skirts in one firm push. "Hold these."
With deadened fingers, Emma did as he commanded.
The white silk of her underthings soon lay puddled on the dark wood floor.
Wills wrapped a warm hand around each ankle and raised Emma's bare feet to either side of the mirror, resting them against the frame. He pulled her hips closer to the mattress edge and, when satisfied, leaned back.
"There, my love. More beautiful, as I said." He stood.
Emma propped herself on her elbows and stared at the image he'd prepared for her. There beneath the waves of bronze silk at her waist lay the exposed split of her intimate anatomy. It was very close to the image she'd seen in his book--an intricate oval of flesh surrounded by dark curls. She saw the seam of a hip on either side, the swell of her buttocks below, the secretive passages in between.
But this was not a picture. This was her body. The vision of herself unclothed and spread open undid her. That she could be so instantly and utterly obscene. Emma's fascination was searing and total, bringing a sexual arousal so sharp it hurt.
A sudden wave of faintness made her remember to breathe. On a long, rasping inhalation, she tore her gaze from the reflection of her exposed cunt and glanced up to see her husband equally consumed by the sight before them.
Wills stood stock-still, his gaze fixed, his respiration slow--a mirror image of her own rapt stillness. His dark expression made the pinch of desire inside her even more pronounced. She scanned his solid, heavy body and found the outline of his cock already huge and growing larger beneath the broadcloth of his trousers.
"Does it excite you to look?" she whispered.