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50 Types Of Kisses | Harald Finehair

Chapter 3: A breathy demand: “Kiss me” - and what the other person does to respond.

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The fight was over.

Although 'fight' wasn't the correct term to describe the massacre that had taken place in your camp. The Saxons had surprised you while most men were away, leaving nothing but death, fire and destruction behind.

You clutched your axe as you made your way back to the camp to tend to the wounded. This wasn't necessary. This could have been avoided.

There was another uproar when the men returned, shouts and cries filling the air around the camp. Floki ran past you, looking for Helga frantically. And another man was dashing around the camp, looking for someone.

You, as you soon noticed. You heard your name being yelled over and over again, ripping you out of your trance-like state. "I'm here..." You said loudly, not really knowing who was looking for you. Until the man stood in front of you, grapsing your shoulders desperately.

"Are you hurt? Is everything alright? Who did this? Are they still here?" Harald asked question over question, all the while not letting go of your shoulders, shaking you slightly to keep your attention on him. Slowly, your eyes found his.

"Kiss me." You weren't sure what possessed you to say these words, but it didn't matter anyway. Harald's lips were on yours within the bat of an eye - no questions, no regrets.

You melted into his arms - and he held you.

Protected you. Shielded you.

He pulled back slowly, craddling your head in his hand, keeping you close, before picking you up into his arms.

"Come on." He whispered, carrying you away to his tent. "Let's get you taken care of."