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

at her with a smitten expression. How could a man who had terrified her so with his intimidating presence now seemed to allow infatuation to take over and control him so easily? Aislan could deal with lust. She could not deal with love, although how could he love her so quickly, considering he knew nothing about her? But Hayton had known nothing about her and had claimed to love her. Men easily confused love and lust and behaved as intensely in either case. Lust or love, it meant imprisonment. Aislan wanted to give nothing of her feelings. She only wanted to find a place in life she would be happy, and she knew that only Victania would give her peace.
    Despite her resolve to remain firm, not to soften too much, she could not stop herself from reacting when Lucien reached over and cupped her face, sending shivers of pleasure prickling along her skin. He caressed her cheek before moving to her throat. Already a charismatic man, he was also physically gorgeous, making it a pleasure simply to look at him. Everything about him appealed to Aislan. She stared at his mouth, remembering how well he knew how to kiss her, what he could do with that sinful mouth all over her wanton body. He wanted her, and heaven forbid, she weakened.
    Lucien sat on the bank of the river, adjusted his baldric, and set his weapons along his side, then pulled her down in front of him. His fingers weaved into her hair to cup the back of her head, and he propelled her until she rested partially on top of him, between his legs. She let herself go as he kissed her. Having never felt physical lust before, she faced it full force, wanting badly to satisfy that need just one more time. Melting into him, her mouth opened for his questing tongue as she slid her arms about his neck. They stayed in that position for a long time, just tasting each other. Settling her on his lap, he inserted a hand under her tunic and touched her breasts. He cupped, kneaded, and squeezed them, pausing occasionally to pinch a nipple or roll it with his fingers.
    She sighed in pleasure as he moved a hand down her stomach and pushed her tunic up her thighs—his tunic, actually. He had not given her anything else to wear. Probing between her legs, he fingered the wet folds, playing mercilessly with the nub of her clit, rubbing and rolling it until she writhed for release. He pushed the tunic all the way up and pulled it over her head before directing her hand between her legs. She jumped when he wedged two of her fingers into her pussy, pulling them out, and pushing them back into the wet channel.
    What is he doing?
    "Did you like to taste yourself?"
    "You should not talk about that.” Although she should not be so easily flustered, Aislan felt her cheeks burning. She had never talked about sex in such a frank manner. Actually, she had never talked about sex.
    "Why embarrassed? ‘Tis natural."
    She thought she had him figured out, but the strange expression lurking in the depths of his eyes showed he played a game with her. No, he was not as easily conquered as he let her believe. She wondered again what game he played. Aislan could not help it. Propriety warred with curiosity, and she felt herself drawn in helplessly, incapable of controlling what her body craved. Her pussy throbbed and gushed in response to her excitement.
    "Show me how delicious you are,” he insisted and brought her hand up to his lips, pressing a kiss against her wet fingers. “Mmm. Come, darling. Taste with me."
    Aislan did not need any more persuasion. Pressing her fingers against his mouth, she reached over and alternated between licking his lips and her own fingers. He pushed her finger into her mouth and then followed with his tongue. It aroused her as she tasted herself, the muskiness filling her senses and driving her wild with the raging need to take him back into her body.
    He cupped her chin and tilted her face. Before he could kiss her, however, he went still and listened. Without further ado, Lucien