Vision of Light [The Renegades 1] (24 page)

"Make yourself come,” he ordered harshly. “Show me."

She needed tender, loving care, and he was not relenting.

"Lucien, I—I...” Blinded by tears, she could not see his face.

He went still and released her immediately.

"Aislan...” She heard the torment in his voice. In the next moment, he lifted her into a sitting position. Kneeling at her feet, he pressed his face against her neck. “Aislan, my darling. Forgive me. Forgive me."

She was shocked to feel wetness against her throat.

"I am the bastard you called me. I have nothing decent left in me, nothing enduring to offer you."

"Lucien.” Aislan wept, too, from hearing the misery and pain in his voice. “Lucien, darling. I am sorry."

He drew in several ragged breaths before he pulled back, and she gently touched his wet cheeks.

"You did nothing wrong.” He kissed her palm. “You are sweet and caring, and so lovable. My abominable behavior—I drank too much. I cannot hold my wine too well, but ‘tis no excuse to take my frustration out on you. Forgive me."

"There is nothing to forgive,” she said softly, grabbing his arm to prevent him from getting up as she lifted her face for his kiss. “Lucien, darling, make love to me."

Lucien took his time kissing her, exploring her mouth thoroughly, tasting her. His hand went under Aislan's skirt to palm her mons and pluck at her clit carefully. He applied enough pressure and alternated between rolling it and fingering the silken heat of her vaginal walls until she climaxed. Her cum flowed onto his hand. After pulling her dress over her head, he went down between her legs.

God in heaven, he should not be making love to her. He should not be in love with her. What he did was wrong. Lucien struggled, trying to control his raging lust, shaking with need, and losing the fight with himself. Spreading her legs, he fastened his mouth to her pussy to drink her nectar. Rubbing his mouth and nose in the pink folds, he lost himself in her womanly scent as he sucked her. She thrashed about as he played with her clit until she came, writhing and quivering.

When she had calmed down, Aislan smoothed his hair gently, and Lucien dragged himself up to stretch alongside her. Putting his arms around her to hold her, he shook from the effort of controlling his hands to stay put and not rip his braes off.

"Darling Lucien.” She smoothed his hair behind his ear. “What is it? Is it your mother? Did she upset you?"

He groaned. “Aislan, please do not bring up my mother now,” although that did it, helping him regain his control. His ardor cooling, Lucien turned over onto his back and placed his arm over his eyes.

He nearly jumped out of his skin when she pressed her face against his crotch and rubbed her cheek along his erection until he was ready to come without having to be inside her.

"Aislan..."

She unfastened his braes. He should stop her, but he was too weak to move. Taking his cock in hand, she wrapped her mouth around the head and started sucking.

"God forbid!” he groaned as she kissed the tip several times, smacking her lips loudly as she rained kisses up and down his shaft. He should not let her do this. He needed to stop her before this could go any further.

"Put it in your mouth,” he coaxed, and she sucked him back in. “Good...”
Heaven.
He concentrated on the feel of her hot mouth tugging at the crown. “Use your tongue.” He groaned again when she probed the slit before circling her tongue around and around the head. She licked him up and down. Taking her hand, he wrapped it around his cock. “Darling, hold firmly. Now, move like this."

Working her hand, she sucked hard at the head, then she tried to take as much of him into her mouth, pushing it deeper in. She pulled back when he pressed against the back of her throat. Easing up, he pulled away, but she moved forward and sucked him back in. Why was she trying so hard to please him?

Why would he even question her decision to suck him?

"Relax, my darling.” Sitting up, he moved to the edge of the bed while she knelt at his feet. “Take a few deep breaths. Relax your throat.” Holding the back of her head, he tilted her face back and talked her through her first time doing this.

Eager to please, she followed his lead. He thrust his cock slowly past her tonsils and down the back of her throat, adjusting her head, gauging her receptiveness before moving further. He pulled out when he felt her throat tighten. Immediately, she laved him with her tongue while she gasped for breaths.

Taking her hand, he rubbed her palm against his balls, showing her how to cup and squeeze them. To his pleasure, she was generous with her tongue, showing no reservation as she plied it thoroughly over his balls. She kissed and sucked each globe, licking until he became mindless with the pleasure.

He took her hand and wrapped it about the base of his cock again. “Darling, that feels good. Wonderful. My beautiful Aislan.” Gently, he brushed a glorious curl of her gold hair off her cheek and then weaved his fingers into the silken strands, while he enjoyed her wet mouth and caressing hands. She took him back into her mouth. Pumping in and out of her as gently as he could, he inserted just an inch more down her throat every time he thrust, all the while watching her lovely face to gauge her reaction. She had relaxed enough until he was nearly to the hilt. He sensed her struggle to take all of him, to keep him completely entrenched longer. He tried to pull back, but she sucked him back down. Fire raged through his blood, and his testicles tightened.

"Aislan, I must come. Relax your throat, darling. Drink all of me."

She held the head firm and deep in her throat, and when he ejaculated, he shuddered in ecstasy, his cock jerking as he filled her with hot cum. She swallowed every bit of it until he was spent. When she slowly released him, she licked every drop that escaped around her lips and on his cock.

"Aislan, my darling.” Pulling her into his arms, he leisurely kissed her enchanting mouth.

"Lucien,” she said his name, and it sounded like music. He lay down, pulling her on top of him. “I need you,” she whispered. “Please. Make love to me. I need you so."

He could not resist her anymore. Propelling her onto her back, Lucien mounted her and plunged to the hilt into her wet passage. There was no other heaven for him. He thrust slowly at first deep within her sweet body, but she thrashed about, her legs wrapping about his ass.

"Harder. Harder, please.” She bucked, her eyes clenching tight as her lissome body shook.

Her moans only drove him to pound into her mindlessly until he realized he was too rough on her. Easing up, he slowed down to a less manic pace. She opened her eyes languorously as he manipulated her clit.

"Oh, Lucien..."

When he felt a gush of moisture, he increased his speed, and eventually he forgot himself again and rode her hard and wildly, bracing his arm above her head to keep her from sliding up the bed, fingers tangling in the long locks of her hair to better control her. He listened to her series of gasps and groans each time he slid in and out of her body and watched the ecstasy etching on her beautiful face. Her rosebud lips were slightly parted, her skin flushed, her slender throat arching in invitation. Her breasts quivered as she gyrated wildly beneath him, her nipples hard points that rubbed against his chest and drove him even madder with desire, lust, and love. Everything about her excited him. The alcohol kept him going instead of dampening his ardor. Occasionally, fearing he had bruised her, he forced himself to ease up, to be gentle, but she wrapped her arms about his waist and clung tightly.

"'Tis all right,” she whispered. “I want you. My darling, I want you so. Yes, more. More, please.” She wrapped her legs frantically about his thighs, locking him in heaven.

"Aislan.” He panted hoarsely and held himself still, straining with the effort. “I am hurting you."

"I—I—like it. I like how you fill me up. I like you deep and hard. ‘Tis good. So good. Yes, more. I need you.” She rotated her hips, moving his cock inside her pussy on her own.

"Aislan.” Lucien thrust hard, keeping up a steadfast pace. Frequently, he eased up on her, sometimes going slow and easy to take the pressure off her womb from his relentless possession. Finally, he lifted and braced himself on his knees. Crouching over her, he hoisted both of her legs over his shoulders.

"Lucien. Oh, Lucien.” She gasped when he thrust deeper into her sweet pussy, finding that additional special spot deep inside her body where he could make her come. “Oh, Lucien. Oh, yes!” Aislan bucked, waving her legs about, pounding his shoulders with her calves. Her head tilted back, her throat arching, she fairly shrieked as she thrashed about in enthusiasm, her face flushing pink from her excitement. Never had Lucien seen a lovelier sight. When she climaxed, he closed his eyes to enjoy the clenching of her pussy muscles about his cock.

When he felt himself coming, Lucien pulled out, breathing harshly against her cheek as their breaths mingled. He wanted to continue to make love to her. When he had himself under control, he lowered her legs and moved to rest partially on top of her. He slid back into the hot channel of her still convulsing body, drenched with her juices. Tasting the sweetness of her mouth, he sucked on her lips and tongue while he kept up with the thrusting. Returning his kisses, she seemed to build up another crescendo. She overwhelmed him with her intensity and her ability to climax easily and often. Groaning hoarsely, Lucien finally sought his release, his entire body shaking uncontrollably as he spurted inside her while she held onto him.

Afterwards, he moved off her body. As he caressed the womanly curve of one soft hip, he noted the streaks of his cum along her slender thighs. Lying back, he pulled her into his arms and held her tenderly. Lucien wanted to give her a few words of assurance about his total devotion to her.

"Aislan, I...” ...
love you
, but he could not finish the thought aloud. Yes, he loved her, Lucien finally admitted to himself. He loved Aislan more than he had ever loved anyone or anything else in his life. She had mattered to him from the first moment he saw her, and now she meant everything to him. He wanted to wed her, which would also protect her from censure, but this was not possible. Lucien tried to remember why.

Someone was looking for her. Her husband, he recalled, seeing Hayton Temple's decapitated body riding on a horse heading towards Calvacade in search of Aislan.

He had not a decent sleep in a long time, ever since they had been on the run a lifetime ago. Drunk, exhausted, and delirious, Lucien promptly passed out.

Lucien woke with Aislan sprawling on top of him. Disoriented, he wondered where they were. He turned and winced, his head aching like a pounding anvil. Sliding an arm about her waist, he gingerly rolled Aislan off him, settling her on her back. He squeezed his eyes shut while he massaged his head.

Damnation, he could not drink worth a damn. Anyone could drink him under the table. He usually drank in moderation, mostly with his evening meals. The prospect of seeing his mother again had made him lose his mind.

He had not expected the duchess to be here. His life was complicated right now, and he did not have it in him to fight with her. If he had somewhere else to go, he would take Aislan and leave, but he had nothing left. The last seven years of his life had revolved around the king's palace where he lived in the lap of luxury in between missions, anything his for the asking. The fourteen years before that, he had lived in the Sorcery Circle, as palatial as the royal palace itself, although life was more regimented. Stonebrush would have become his future domain, a fortress with its own small town at the foot of the cliff, where he would have become the new lord and master. Even though Lucien had walked through Stonebrush a couple of times to look over his new castle, it had never been his truly, so he could not even regret about it.

Lucien turned his head carefully and looked at Aislan sleeping. How beautiful she was, his little golden-haired angel, well worth everything. For whatever reason he had been sent on this mission, it was meant to be. He would have never found her otherwise.

Reaching over, Lucien cupped one of her luscious, bare breasts, palming the succulent weight. His hand moved down to her legs and lightly fingered the sparse softness of her pale pubic hair. He wanted her again, badly. Dizzy with need, he touched the silky softness between the folds of her pussy, but she continued sleeping like the dead. Ah, he would kiss his little beloved awake in the most delicious way, but eventually, he needed to do something about how deeply she slept. Not good for a sorceress to be oblivious to the world because—

Sorceress
!

Lucien could not jump out of bed fast enough and groaned from the pain of moving his head that fast. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he grabbed his head. What a poor excuse of a sorcery master! He took on one woman for training, and he could not even stick to one resolution. The way his life had been going, of course, he had to train the woman he had fallen head over heels in love with. He could not even wed her because he would be dead or her husband had resurrected—although he did not believe Temple was still alive. Lucien groaned again. He was one messed-up bastard who needed to straighten himself out quickly. Pulling a cover over Aislan's body, he then got up and dressed carefully, cringing with each motion.

Traver had been considerate in providing him with additional clothes, not white this time. Once he had better control of his miserable head, Lucien made his way to the manor. Now sober, he would not be careless. He had a couple of tasks to tend to quickly. Lucien sneaked into the manor, completely focused.

The manor was a huge, rectangular building of three stories. The ground floor housed the mess hall where most activities took place and a couple of hundred guests could mill around. The other half of the bottom floor held the kitchen, common rooms, and servant quarters. The second floor housed the apprentices, one huge room where they took lessons and exercised, another room a laboratory for them to learn alchemy, several private studies, and a shared dormitory for the apprentices. Traver's private quarters were on the third floor, along with the luxurious guest chambers.