Vision of Light [The Renegades 1] by Amanda Hilton Page A

from last evening of him hovering over her, his silvery gaze hot, his face divinely absorbed in ecstasy, his broad shoulders flexing and straining with his exertion as he rode her all-too-willing body. Aislan's entire body suffused with heat, and she felt a shameful trickling down her legs. Her pussy ached and throbbed.
    Aislan turned her back to Lucien. God in heaven, how could she be aroused in the full light of day? Instead of controlling herself better, she could only focus on a fierce need to have sex again. She had been frigid with Hayton because he beat her the first few times. Her anger and resentment only built and festered every time he forced himself on her. She denied him deliberately because she could not forgive or forget. However, she had no problem seeking her own satisfaction when alone. Aislan's imagination had been active enough to impose a fantasy lover as she sought her own release.
    Just because she wanted to have sex now, however, it did not mean she would dare to instigate anything. Keeping her back to Lucien, Aislan splashed water on her face, trying to compose herself so she would look like a lady she was supposed to be. When she felt presentable enough, she turned and found Lucien watching her. He smiled at her, looking somewhat amused. Walking quickly to the fireside, she sat down and studied the fish cooking over the small fire as if they fascinated her. She avoided looking into Lucien's eyes when he joined her as he settled his tall frame across from her.
    "Feel better?"
    She nodded, stealing a glance at him, and then looked away from the intensity of his gaze.
    "You have not been eating well,” he commented. “Why not?"
    Surprised with the line of conversation, Aislan hesitated, and then shrugged. “I do not eat much."
    Food had always been plentiful, but she had to make a terribly poor choice with Hayton, going on hunger strikes so he would release her from confinement. It had worked to a certain extent because he occasionally allowed her to be out while under guard, and he ordered a huge patch of ground cleared for her to grow a garden so she could at least enjoy the sun. Even then, she had not softened to him because it was just another form of imprisonment. Aislan always ran at the first opportunity, and sometimes she had to go without eating while hiding out in the forest.
    "Now, you eat.” Taking one fish off the fire, he used his small knife to extract the meat, handing her a morsel. She took the flakes with her hand, and he watched as she ate. He watched her too much, Aislan thought, but he did not make her feel awkward. She remembered how sinister Lucien had first appeared. Though approachable, he still looked formidable, unbridled strength just beneath the veneer of calmness. Aislan could see in his warm regard that he was smitten with her. He had abandoned his mission to keep her safe and had fought so valiantly against the wolves for her life. She could not help but feel impossibly drawn to him, a mixture of the devil and her own guardian angel.
    She had not anticipated the intensity of his feelings for her. It had been wicked of her to allow herself to fornicate in such an unruly manner. Aislan looked away from him because she did not know what else to do. She did not want him to fall in love with her because he might not let her go when the time came for her to leave. She refused to be under the control of any man.
    Aislan finally refused the next morsel. “I can eat no more."
    "Just a few more bites."
    "I'll burst."
    "Just this last one."
    She would not argue with him over something this trivial, so Aislan ate. Licking her fingers, she looked up to find him watching her mouth. Considering all the liberties she had allowed him, she should not sit here blushing like a virgin. Trying to compose herself, Aislan looked away.
    After finishing their meal, he killed the fire and packed up before they both returned to the river to wash their hands. She looked up to see Lucien looking