In response to reviews on chapter 9;
BlueEyedBeauty - Yeah this chapter'll get even more heated up ha ha.
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After what had happened in the stables, Alice had retreated to her room upstairs. Little did she know Tommy had followed her. It confused her; even though they had been intimate just hours before…she wondered if that was all he wanted. She had given into him, she knew that but what was his goal? Was she just going to be the occasional fuck for him?
There was a knock on her door. She turned her head, finding the blue-eyed Shelby in the door-opening. Her heart jumped at the sight of him.
'You look incredibly flustered, love', he almost purred.
She ignored him, leaning onto the steel railing of the balcony. Her heartbeat picked up when his presence came closer and closer, until his warming hands found her hips and his broad chest pressed into her back.
He brushed her hair aside, nipping at her neck, earning a gasp from her. She rested her head back, biting her bottom lip. He soon noticed her change in mood and moved to softly kiss her on the back of her neck.
'What's the matter?' he asked quietly.
She turned in his arms, pressing their foreheads together and closing her eyes.
'I'm confused', she admitted.
He ran the back of his fingers over her cheek, making her open her green eyes. Upon looking up to him, she found his blue eyes soft and gentle, yet there was a hint of concern brewing in them.
'Tell me', he urged her.
She put her hand atop of his. 'Is this just a game to you?' she wondered.
He narrowed his eyes, studying her face. She let out a soft sigh, averting her eyes. She just wanted to know whether he was for real or not. Whether he really wanted her…
'I mean…you've won now…' she almost whispered.
He then did what she hadn't expected him to do; he pulled her into a brief kiss. Her eyes went wide, but she could feel herself slip into him. She slowly put her arms around his neck, her eyes falling closed.
As quick as he had kissed her, he pulled away, brushing her dark hair out of her face.
'As I said before…if I wanted a quick fuck, I would hire a common whore. You're anything but that, Alice. You deserve to be treasured', he murmured.
Her cheeks grew warm at his words, much to his amusement. She was starting to see another side to him. A side he hadn't shown before. And seeing that, she wondered how he would make love to her if he got the chance.
His hand found her lower back, pushed her more to him. 'Come now, love. You've fought me for far too long', he murmured.
She took hold of his suit-jacket, pulling her closer so that his lips hovered over hers. She could smell the smoke and Whiskey on his breath and it only enticed her more.
'My father would kill you', she whispered.
'Let him try', he cupped her cheek.
She trembled. 'I barely know you -' she was interrupted by his hot mouth on hers. He parted, pressing their foreheads together again.
'Stop. Making. Excuses.', he growled.
Her mouth remained agape. She swallowed thickly. She had felt sparks fly at their lips touching. No matter how wrong it seemed…she wanted more…she wanted him…
'Please do that again', she pleaded.
A brief smirk was on his face before he pulled her into him, kissing her with all the passion he could muster. She would moan, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck. He easily hoisted her up by her thighs, as if she weighed nothing.
They parted their kiss and she stared at him.
'I want you in my bed tonight', she admitted, studying his handsome face.
He nipped at her bottom lip, carrying her back inside and dropping her onto her bed. She shifted underneath him, tugging at his clothes. She gazed up to him shyly.
'Is it true?' she asked.
He sat up straight, removing his jacket, his waistcoat and his gun holster. He loosened his collar and unbuttoned his blouse, exposing a pale, but smooth chest.
'What is?' he returned the question.
Discarding his blouse, he moved his head towards her neck. She dug her nails in his strong shoulders, her mouth agape at his soft kisses.
'Is it true that Shelby men ride their women like they do their horses?' she wondered with a giggle.
He bit on the nape of her neck, laughing. 'Oh you'll see, love. I promise', he came back up, putting his hands beside her head; 'now how about we get you out of that little dress?' he asked.
Her body shook with anticipation. She took him by surprise, by pinning him down onto her bed, straddling his waist. His needy hands grasped at her dress, pushing it upwards. She took the fabric from him, pulling it off over her head.
He stared at her exposed body, his breathing deepening. She blushed a deep shade of red.
'Stunning', he exhaled.
She put her hands on his chest, tracing his tattoo.
'What's the matter? Have I robbed you of your desire?' she wondered.
He took hold of her, rolling her over so that he was back on top of her. He had pressed himself against her center, creating necessary friction. She gasped at feeling him through his pants; she could so easily tell he was much larger than Darren had been. Though that thought pleased her. She wanted him, every part of him.
'Does this feel like you have robbed me of my desire?' he asked huskily.
She lied her head back. 'N-no', she whimpered.
'Good', he clicked his tongue; 'now…where was I?'
His lips were back in her neck, kissing and sucking on her soft skin while his large hand found her breast. She moaned quietly, shifting her lower body to create more friction.
He laughed in her ear. 'Easy, love', he kissed her collarbone; 'I've waited so long for you…I'm not about to rush taking you as my own', he promised.
She closed her eyes briefly, feeling his fingers tighten around her plump flesh. He slowly pulled back the delicate lace of her bra, flicking her sensitive nipple with his thumb. She whimpered through her teeth.
'So beautiful', he inhaled her perfume; 'I've thought about you so many times. Having you underneath me', he propped himself up by the elbows, their faces inches apart; 'and now…that fantasy can't even compare to the image underneath me', he sweetly kissed her, pulling at her bottom lip with his thumb; 'perfection', he sighed.
She averted her eyes; her body was covered in scars from Darren's abuse, especially her lower stomach. Didn't that bother him?
'What about -' 'the scars?' he licked his top lip; 'I have mine too, love. Plenty of them', he ran a hand over her side. 'But that won't stop me from making love to you tonight. I will make you mine slowly, intimately, torturously…until you beg me for a sweet release that could never compare to what your past lover did', he whispered.
Tears sprung in her eyes. He offered a tender smile, kissing her nose. All the while, she held onto him. It seemed that Tommy Shelby had a completely different side that she had yet to discover.
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'T-Tommy.'
'Patience, Alice', he murmured into her ear.
She clung to his body, his sculpted body, as he drove into her. Her arms were around his back, nails digging into his skin. Her legs, wrapped around his waist, keeping him close. His hands moved everywhere; her legs, her sides, her breasts…everywhere…
She moaned; she had never felt anything like this. All her past lovers…were nothing in comparison to him. He was so slow and passionate and at the same time so urgent and aggressive. It brought her alive in ways she hadn't been aware of.
He turned her over, so she was on top of him. He feverishly kissed her lips, their tongues intertwined as their bodies. Her body quivered; she was close to her release.
He easily noticed, panting against her. He took her chin between his fingers, his eyes blown with lust and determination.
'Not yet', he breathed.
She gave a compliant nod, sitting upright and rolling her hips into him. His desperate hands grasped her waist, his mouth agape. He too, was close, she could see it on his face.
She leaned down, kissing him again. He let out a loud groan, his nails digging into her rear. She let out a gasp in response, closing her eyes. She could feel her stomach tightening…she was so close…
'Tommy…I can't hold it anymore…' she whined.
'Then let it go, love', he whispered.
He fastened his pace; thrusting his hips upwards, stroking her insides with his length. With each stroke, she could feel more sparks in her lower body. She felt like keeping it in but she couldn't. She buried her face into his neck, her nails digging in the sheets as her muscles clenched around him and she came completely undone on top of him. She moaned and gasped, her orgasm more intense than it had ever been.
He stroked her back in slow movements, but tightened his grip in her hair suddenly when he too, found his release. His breath came out in quick, short pants in her ear and both remained still then, too spent to move.
She felt his body spasm inside her, as the remainder of his high died down. It didn't take her long before she completely passed out in his arms.
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Tommy had woken early that following morning. Turning onto his back, he ran a hand over his face, the effect of last night's endeavors still causing his body to be weak. He turned his gaze onto Alice, deeply asleep beside him. Her pale skin had an almost otherworldly quality to it in the sunlight and her pitch black hair shone like a beetle's wings.
He sat up, his thought wandering to the letter he had sent to Alice's former lover as he lit a cigarette. It was dangerous, he knew that but he didn't care. He was going to kill that piece of waste.
'Tommy…'
He looked down on her, smiling softly. She was slowly coming out of her deep slumber, her eyelids fluttering.
He sighed; last night had been amazing. She had been amazing. They had fit like two puzzle pieces; like it was meant to be.
When she woke, he lied back down, allowing her to nestle her head onto his chest.
'Good morning', she murmured.
He responded with softly kissing the top of her head, nuzzling it. Now that was his, he would cherish her, shower her with attention, so that she fully realized how much she meant to him.
'How did you sleep?' he asked.
She looked up to him, grinning. 'Wonderfully. But I guess that's to be expected after a night of mind-blowing sex', she smiled.
His eyes softened and he kissed her rosy lips. 'Why did you make me wait so long?' he asked tiredly.
She giggled, sitting upright with the sheets covering her body. She traced her index finger over his bare chest.
'I wanted to see how far you were willing to go', she grinned.
He took a drag from his cigarette. 'You little minx', he scolded her.
She held up her shoulders. 'Couldn't have done it without your aunt Polly though', she stated.
He sat up against the headboard, a frown on his face. 'What did Polly do?' he asked.
She started to laugh, finding his confusion hilarious. 'You should see your face', she crawled closer; 'priceless', she smiled deviously.
He put out his cigarette on the ashtray on her nightstand. 'You should watch yourself, love', he told her.
'Or what?' she stuck her tongue out.
He had her pinned down on the bed before she could blink. His warm chest pressed against hers and she let out a quiet giggle. He was so easy to agitate and she loved it.
'Or I'll give you a good spanking', he slowly ground himself into her pelvis and she easily found her body moving into him; 'I'll ask again; what did Polly tell you?' he inquired.
She turned her head upwards, meeting his eyes. 'She was the one who told me to fight back. To not give into you. My guess is that she thought you needed a challenge', she almost whispered.
He nipped at her cheekbone, his grip softening. She laid a hand on his face, kissing the corner of his mouth. With a warm chuckle, he wrapped his arms around her torso, hugging her close to his body.
'Well you were exactly that; a challenge', he admitted.
'As if you minded', she whispered, nuzzling his nose against his.
'Oh no I most certainly didn't', he dropped his head against her chest.
She smiled, running her hands through his dark hair. Her smile soon faded and she bit her bottom lip. She still felt hesitant; even though they had been intimate at this point, she was reluctant to let her emotions show. But so was he, so she guessed everything would need time.
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'There's a letter for you sir. It's from one Thomas Shelby.'
Darren turned his blue eyes upwards, the man in front of him shrinking at his tense gaze. He simply dropped the letter and left. The dark-haired gangster let out an audible scoff, opening the letter. Who was this Thomas Shelby and what could he possibly want?
Folding open the letter, a picture fell out. Picking it up, he felt his jaw tighten with a mixture of anger and jealousy. The picture staring back at him had none other than his Alice lying in the bed of another man.
His agitation now prickling, he decided to read the letter.
'Mr. Waller, you may not know me but my name is Thomas Shelby. As of this year, the woman you left for dead, Alice Swann, is a resident of Birmingham. And like the picture may suggest, she's mine now. She's mine to cherish, to love and to make sweet love to in ways you refused to.
Since your antics forced Alice out of the States, I figured it was only polite to let you know what driving her away from you has done. Yes, she suffers from nightmares at night. But her fearful cries of despair always turn to soft moans of pleasure, because I know how to comfort a woman.
If you feel challenged, by all means, stop by Birmingham for a while and we will settle this the way men should.
Thomas Shelby.'
Darren growled, throwing the letter into the fireplace. 'Carl!'
He called for his second best man, whom immediately strode in.
'What is it, sir?' he questioned.
'Gather the Light Breakers', he inhaled sharply; 'we're going to England.'
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So Darren is coming to Birmingham?! Is Tommy going to regret taunting him?!
Stay tuned for more ;)
Lots of Love,
~TheOneWithTooManyInterests