Chapter 5

As Ylva stepped out of her uncle's tent she was met with King Harold smile, "I have arranged to have your chests brought to my brother and I's tent."

She paused for a moment before smiling sweetly up to him, "thank you." With that she walked past him towards one of the larger camp fires.

She could hear the pounding of drums and singing before she could see the fire, but what caught her eye was Halfdan glaring at the drummers and the dancers that surrounded the fire. The old woman's people, gypsies, were dancing around the large fire, some of the Vikings joining in. It was a joyful show, but Halfdan did not appear to be pleased with the display.

Halfdan's distaste drove Ylva towards the dancers around the fire. She caught his surprised gaze as he watched her join the dancers. She was quickly pulled in by one of the gypsy men as she took up their dance.

Halfdan's eyes could not stop following her movements as they trailed her body through the dance around the fire. She was teasing him, joining in solely to irritate him. She knew he did not approve of these gypsies, but she continued with the dance.

He lost sight of her as a group of Vikings obscured his view as they ran past him towards the fire. He could not locate her once they passed. He was so absorbed in looking for her that he failed to notice as someone approached him from behind until he felt cold steel against his throat. "I heard I will be sharing your tent," a soft whisper said into his ear.

A smile spread across his face as he leaned slightly forward into the blade, "my tent," he paused, "and my bed."

He turned as the blade fell away from his throat and pulled Ylva against him by her waist, "if that pleases you?" He gave her an innocent smile as his arms pulled her closer against him.

Ylva leaned into him as she captured and held his gaze, "it might." She said with a smirk as she draped her arms over his shoulders, intertwining his fingers behind his head.

Halfdan bent his neck down to capture Ylva's lips with his own, letting one of his arms fall from her waist to brush against her bottom. He let out a soft moan against her lips as he cupped her firm ass in his rough, calloused hand and she arched her back into his grip in response before pulling away.

His hands pulled her back towards him as he grunted in frustration. "Do not tease me," he growled.

Ylva let out a small chuckle before disentangling herself from him and walking away towards the tents. "Are you coming," she asked over her shoulder with a wink.

They crashed into the tent together in a flash of lips, teeth, and hands. Halfdan pushed her down onto his furs as he held himself above her. He traced his lips along the curve of her neck, placing wet kisses on her soft throat.

Her body arched upward against him as her fingers pulled at his shirt, before he separated his mouth from her neck to tear his shirt up and over his head before tossing it to the floor beside the bed. His lips quickly returned to her flesh, more persistent now as his teeth began to gently nip at her tender neck.

One of his hands slid under her shirt to caress one of her full breasts. He pulled back to look her in the eye as his hand pinched her nipple. She began to gasp, but he quickly covered her lips with his own, pulling her into a deep kiss.

His tongue licked her lips, asking for entrance, which she granted with a moan. His tongue began to explore her mouth as hers began to do the same. She began to pull at the knot holding her shirt on before removing it to toss it onto the floor.

Halfdan pulled back to admire her full chest before leaning down to take one of her nipples into her mouth. She let out a soft moan as she ran her fingers through his hair, briefly stroking the shaved half of his head, before gripping his hair and pulling him back up to her lips.

She released his hair to run her hands down over his broad shoulders down to his chiseled chest. She tickled his sides slightly, causing him to flinch and pull back briefly.

In that moment, she pushed him off to the side as she moved and sat atop him. She looked down at him beneath her with a smirk before she began to cup her own breasts, allowing her thumbs to gently brush over her hard nipples.

He moaned loudly as he watched her actions, slowly beginning to grind his hips up into her. He could no longer control himself and pulled her down against him, taking her lips again in his as his hands took over massaging her breasts. She began skillfully unlacing his breeches and he bucked his hips upward to allow her to pull them down. He moaned as her hand brushed against his member.

Ylva began to tease him as she danced her fingertips along his shaft, eliciting a growl from him as he threw her off him and began pulling her trousers off of her before asserting himself above her once again.

He gave her a dark look before raking his teeth along her sides while one of his hands snaked its way to her thighs, gently pushing them apart. He pulled back to look Ylva in the eyes before slipping two fingers between her folds penetrating her. She groaned loudly pushing her hips down onto his hand. He began to slowly pump his fingers into her as his thumb began to massage her clitoris. Her back arched as she closed her eyes, feeling the building sensation he was creating in her threatening to overwhelm her.

He roughly withdrew his hand from her middle to grasp her chin, "look at me," he demanded. She complied and met his gaze as he lined himself up. She gasped as he plunged into her, feeling herself stretch around him.

He began slow, pushing his full length into her before pulling back and repeating the motion. He loved the soft moans that escaped her lips. She pulled at his shoulders, bringing him into another passionate kiss.

He quickened his pace, eliciting louder moans from her. She tugged at his lower lip with her teeth between kisses. Her nails digging into his broad back, proof of the pleasure he was filling her with.

As she wrapped her legs around his hips, Halfdan increased the force of his thrusts, pushing deeper into her each time. Her moans became louder as her body was filling with the wonderful sensation he was creating in her.

"Say my name," he demanded. She quickly sealed her lips in refusal as a playful look came into her eyes. He thrusted in to her hard causing her to gasp in response.

He smirked as he did it again, harder. "Say. My. Name." Halfdan demanded once more, but upon her stubborn refusal he pulled out of her. She moaned in displeasure and began to pout. "Perhaps another woman would be more compliant," he teased her while teasing her entrance with his tip.

She moaned, "Halfdan, please." He smirked in response before thrusting hard into her once again.

"I'm sorry, what was that Ylva," he questioned her mockingly.

It was her turn to growl as she looked at him frustrated, but his harsh thrusts distracted her, "Halfdan." It slipped from her lips like a whisper and he smirked.

He continued to thrust into her as she softly whispered his name into his ear. Just as she began to reach her climax he took her lips in his again. She moaned her release against his kisses as he shuddered from his own and collapsed against her, breathing heavily.

"I knew I would have you Ylva," he whispered into her ear, before rolling off her. His arm snaked around her waist, pulling her against him before closing his eyes.

She snuggled against him, resting her head on his chest before closing her eyes to sleep.