As is befitting a young woman in 1508 France, Julite has just entered an arranged marriage, but Julite has a horrific past. Once willful and spirited, her first husband found pleasure in controlling, terrifying, and abusing her. The rumors surrounding her new husband, Alain, offer little comfort at the union. Will their match succeed? More
As is befitting a young woman in 1508 France, Julite has just entered an arranged marriage, but Julite has a horrific past. Once willful and spirited, her first husband found pleasure in controlling, terrifying, and abusing her, leaving her riddled with scars, both emotionally and physically, killing her spirit. The rumors surrounding her new husband, Alain, offer little comfort for her new arrangement.
Alain was grateful when his parents insisted he marry the young, beautiful widow, Julite. Her brother claimed she was a wild thing, willful, bright, and witty, fond of taking control and what she wants. So when he brings home a meek, silent, terrified woman he doesn't know what to do. He fears his past may be what is terrifying her. Will he be able to show her that he is no longer that man? Will he be able to bring out the wild thing buried so deeply within his beautiful Julite?
I was breathless as I lead Vitesse back into the stable, exhilarated, my new husband grinning as he helped me dismount.
His beautiful smile as my body aligned with his was my final bit of encouragement. He had been good to me, over and over good to me, and despite my fear I reached up and kissed him, it was chaste and simple, but his hands were at my waist and Vitesse was at my back.
Almost as soon as I broke that simple chaste kiss he was kissing me again. I shrank, suddenly terrified. He would want more now, my god what had I done encouraging him?
His kiss was nothing chaste, his mouth opening, his tongue begging entrance. I made a tiny sound of terror and he froze, his eyes opening and seeing my fear. He stopped immediately, stepping back, his eyes guarded. I blushed crimson, my eyes filling with tears. He turned and stormed from the stables. I saw him rage across the pasture toward the house.
I could not postpone this forever, a married woman could not expect her husband to remain faithful if she was not willing to provide for his needs, and I could not bare the humiliation of an indiscreet affair like those Alain had previously had.
***Warning: This 14,500 word erotic romance is full of passion and lots of story. Accented with steamy graphic sex that may be offensive to some readers. Not for those under 18.***