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

breaking Aislan. He had to adjust to her peculiar behavior because they had to exist harmoniously for an extended time.
    Aislan stood there before him. Damn it all, the way her gaze locked on his face with an absorbing intensity matched the raging fire that churned in him. Lucien strode towards her. She took the final few steps to meet him until they stood barely an arm's length from each other. He stared at her uplifted face.
    "You should not have run away, Aislan. Had they found you, they would have killed you.” He tried not to scold her too hard. If he frightened her further, she would only run again. She had to understand he was on her side. “You must stay with me, like it or not. You are fortunate I found you first. Do you understand the danger you are in?"
    She threw him completely off kilter by touching his cheek, her unexpected caress making him hot, then cold, then hot again. Catching her fingers, he brushed his mouth across her soft palm. Lucien did not believe in any good in the afterlife, so he would have to make the best of what he now had with her. He lusted for her, and he would not deny himself if she were willing.
    "I am sorry.” He apologized because he had shown her nothing but violence. He wondered if his fervent assault of her with their first kiss compounded to drive her to run. No more blood. No more violence. And no more roughness. He had to take it easy, go at her pace, on her terms.
    Lucien slid his arm about her back, gently pulling her into his embrace. Her wet clothes clung to her slender body, but he would take care and warm her up. Go easy. Go slow. He had never been an easy or a slow man. He had to take his mind off his cock, temper the animal in him, and take the care needed to calm and soothe her. She was that kind of woman. It would have to be her way or no way.
    If he could fuck her, he would do it any way she preferred.
    For his reward, she lifted her face and parted her delectable lips in open invitation. Instead of devouring her mouth like the beast he had been the last time and frightening her out of her wits, he bent and gently kissed the luscious, red lips that so tempted and enticed him.
    "Aislan, how sweet you are,” he whispered as he parted them with his tongue, tasting her delicious mouth, kissing her like a gentle lover and not a depraved animal. It had been more than a month since he had last seen a woman. He wanted instant gratification, to throw her on her backside and ram his cock up her pussy without further ado.
    "Ah, fuck!” he groaned and caught himself from uttering more profanity into her sensitive ear. She had flinched when the men cursed, and he knew she disapproved of foul language, as a lady should, so he resolved not to be vulgar with her as he was wont to do when it came to sex.
    He sucked her tongue, tracing the curve of her lips, breathing in her fragrant skin, drawing in her every breath. Lucien had never been gentle with any woman. He grew up in the royal court with all its vices, from noble ladies to courtesans. He ended up with hellions or whores who clawed and scratched, demanding pain and roughness, giving as much as taking. Sex had always come easily, but he would not get any here if he did not behave himself. His cock ached and clamored for release, and Lucien struggled with himself and refocused. This time, the genteel lady expected to be wooed with tenderness. She could not even handle a rough kiss, so he had to fall in line with her comfort level.
    Tenderness is good. It gave him time to enjoy every movement of lips and tongues, to drink the intoxicating taste of her, to revel in every surface and crevice along her teeth and the recess of her mouth. A soft groan vibrated in the back of her throat as her fingers weaved in his hair to press his head close.
    "Sweet Aislan.” He kissed her over and over again. How soft and pliant she was. Her mouth locked with his, her lips clinging. Her breath came in tiny, raspy gasps, which he swallowed. Her