It didn't matter that it might hurt, she wanted him and would bear whatever pain was necessary to be with him in this way. Her heart raced in her chest as he teased her entrance, anticipation of the moment building her wantoness until she nearly screamed from it alone. And then he pushes himself inside of her so agonizingly slowly that her head pressed back into the pillow and she gasped...<br/><br/>The heavy leather bound book fell from her hand and hit the floor with a loud thud. Tilda had thought she was alone in the library, but the sound of someone gasping proved that this was not the case. Panicking, her eyes darted around, trying to ascertain the source of the noise. If she were caught, up here, it would certainly mean a beating, or worse.<br/><br/>Gathering her heavy wool skirts in her hands, she darted behind one of the thick wooden bookcases, peering out to see if anyone would come into view.<br/>......,.<br/><br/>This was getting out of hand. Ragnar dragged his palm down his face, sighing heavily. Normally, if anyone broke the greatest law in the land-No intercourse before marriage-he would simply have them dragged into the town square and burnt in a very public display of his power.<br/><br/>Somehow, however, he doubted Raqiza would appreciate him putting her beloved Auguste to death. And even he wasn't cold enough to kill his only child. Still, the girl presented a very specific problem. It seemed she shared his mental prowess and each time he reset her memory, she seemed to remember more and more of the truth. What then would she remember this time.<br/><br/>"You have to kill her." The Dark One whispered in his ear, He was always whimpering. "Before she learns the truth and usurps the throne. Together the boy and her would be unstoppable. You must put an end to the threat."<br/><br/>Rangar batted his hand near his ear, as if he could swat away the evil creature that existed within him. Still, the thing might have a point. Little servant Tilda was the only one who could really over throw his reign. Sighing heavily, he pressed his head into his hands. This would require some thought.