A Lifetime Ago

Chapter 20

Timandra stared at him blankly, completely taken by surprise at his unannounced arrival into her room. 

"My lord.." Timandra breathed out. Her heart was beating erratically against her chest. Why did the prince have to come to her room so late in the night? She thought.

Ragnar's icy glare raked all over Timandra's slender figure. He noticed  her hair was pulled together over her shoulder, revealing the patch of milky white skin on her neck. He strode forward in a tortuously slow pace towards her. 

"You shouldn't be here, my lord." She tried to remind him. 

"Ragnar.." He said as he maintained his eye contact with her.

"Huh..?!" She didn't understand what he meant. 

"Call me Ragnar.." His stern and imposing voice shook her like a hurricane. She looked down since it was becoming hard for her to neglect his obsidian eyes on her. 

"Forgive me, my lord. I am not supposed to call you that.." Timandra stuttered. 

"Why?" He was now standing intimidatingly close to her that she could feel his breath on her forehead. 

She looked down on the floor again. She didn't want to answer him. He wouldn't understand even if she tried to explain. He was the crown prince and she was a nobody. What if someone heard her calling him by his name? She remembered Princess Drina's deathly warnings. Timandra would surely be in trouble and that would be the last thing she would wish upon herself. 

"Timandra look at me.." He ordered her and placed his finger under her chin to lift her face up so that she could look into his eyes. "Are you scared?" His voice suddenly became soft. 

She looked up but didn't say anything. Her silence was enough for Ragnar to confirm that she was scared for her life. He moved closer and cupped her face between his palms, "Timandra you don't have to be scared of anyone. No one would dare to hurt you." He promised her and stamped his lips over hers. 

Completely taken by surprise, she couldn't react at first but when she finally understood what was going on, she started to react with a loud whimper, trying to push him away. She tried to breathe normally but his kiss was overpowering her attempts to free herself from his iron clasp. Slowly her ability to think flew out of the window and she began to melt into his arms. 

She had never felt something like this before, she was sure of it and she didn't know how to respond because of her inexperience in this department. 

Ragnar knew that she was innocent and guided her hands around his neck. He knew she would fall flat on the floor if he wasn't holding her at her waist. When he felt that she had finally given up struggling, he pulled away from her lips only to nuzzle at the sweet spot on her neck, causing her long earrings to dangled softly. 

Timandra tried hard to hold back her moans from escaping but she was failing miserably. She was so embarrassed for how her body was reacting to his touches. She was meant to stop him but her body wouldn't listen to her and worked as if it had a mind of it's own. 

The prince slowed down his torture and looked into her eyes. They were droopy as if she was hypnotized by his touches. He smirked triumphantly when he felt her hands slowly creeping into his thick hair at the back of his head, pulling him further into him.

He bent down to carry her in his arms and placed her on the middle of the bed. The bed wasn't as big as the one in his room but that didn't stop him from jumping on to it. 

Timandra was panting and she wanted to die of shame for such a wanton behavior. The prince found it totally tempting to see her futile attempts to bring her body under her control. He was clearly enjoying it inch by inch. She was such a temptress, he said mentally.

Ragnar had his eyes fixed on her face. She was absolutely alluring to his eyes, with a deep shade of red covering her cheeks and neck, her lips slightly apart and her long hair splayed all over the pillow. She was like mellow wine that got a man intoxicated without him realizing. His hands went up and placed a lose tendril of her hair behind her ear. He wanted her with every nerve in his body. He was never so emotionally attracted to a woman before, it was just physical attracted that he had for the others. 

Timandra opened her eyes when she didn't feel Ragnar's lips on her skin anymore. Surprisingly she didn't want him to stop. She noticed his face was so close to hers that she could see each and every detail of his face clearly. She saw him looking at her with so much want and lust. She raised her trembling hands towards his face and placed it on his jaw. She rubbed the rough patchy stubble with the pad of her thumbs. He was slightly shocked at her sudden boldness for this was the first time she was willingly touching him.

He melted into her touch and leaned his face against her palm. Her touch felt warm and comforting to him as though she was the woman that he had so desired his whole life. 

Timandra unknowingly bit her lower lips and when his eyes fell on them, they darkened. She whimpered when she felt Ragnar's weight on her waist. Her blue eyes were filled with so much innocence. 

"So gorgeous.." He mumbled and leaned down to capture her lips in a slow and passionate kiss that seemed to last forever. His masculine scent invaded her senses. Soon his hands and lips were tracing hot kisses all over her body. Her body was trembling under his touches and suddenly she felt breathing through her nostrils to be a difficult chore. All she heard were the sounds of their clothing being removed and falling one by one on the floor. She cried out when a shooting pain radiated through out her body when she found him drowning into her depths. All the while, his eyes were locked with hers.  

Ragnar stopped when he felt the curtain of her purity and caught her eyes in a gentle stare, "Shh..Breathe.. It would be over soon.." She heard him coo at her ear while he wiped the single tear that had managed to slip the brim of her eye. 

She obeyed his hushed orders and began to relax. 

He kept murmuring to her softly until she got used to him inside her and when he felt her relax, her began to move gently. She held on to his shoulders, trying to focus on the pain that were gradually transforming into pleasure. She wasn't even trying to conceal her moans anymore.

Ragnar's moves were accelerated, exciting her bundle of nerves further more. Their moans and grunts resonated between the four walls of the room. She cried out as a huge way of pleasure radiated from her nether regions up to her stomach. Her screams were the sweetest melody that Ragnar had ever heard and he wanted to drown in her even more. Soon, she felt him rock inside her with a hard groan before he fell limp on her. 

He fell back on the bed and pulled her on to his chest. "Are you okay?" He had never asked that to a woman before because he was aware no one he slept with was as pure as Timandra. 

She lifted her head. He saw how she smiled at him shyly and nodded before burying her face back into his bare chest. Slowly, Timandra drifted off to sleep and Ragnar brought the silk sheets over their bodies. 

He lay there with Timandra cuddled up against his body. He stared at the ceiling blankly and buried his fingers in her thick black locks. He turned to look at them and he thought he liked them more when they were red. How many times had he fantasized touching them before and now she was really in his arms. He couldn't believe that he had ultimately had a taste of her beauty and that's when reality hit him hard like a storm.

He had finally slept with the woman he had been craving for so long. He looked back at her. Her features looked so relaxed as she slept curled up in his arms and then he realized that he was a fool to think that sleeping with her for one last time would help him to get over her. In contrast he was attracted to her even more than he did before. 

Oh what was he supposed to do now?