Bancroft - Peaky Blinders Reverse Harem x Reader

Chapter 39

His touch sets my skin alight. He caresses my face, murmuring Romani words I can't understand, his lips brushing the underside of my jaw. The rain falls on us, plastering his hair to his forehead, the daisies soft beneath my fingers as I hold his head in my hands and our lips meet once more.

He explores my mouth with his tongue, the feeling heavenly and exquisite. My legs clench for him, and I catch his answering groan in my mouth, realising he can feel me beneath him. My eyes are shut, heavy droplets of rain scattering across my face.

"I hope you forgot your sleeping bag again," he murmurs into me.

I catch his lower lip between my teeth as I scowl. "I still haven't ruled out killing you, Shelby."

"Really?" He murmurs, eyes flashing. "I think I can make you change your mind. But first..." his hand runs down the length of my chest, my stomach, leaving a trail of trembling muscles in his wake. "First, I think we ought to get you out of these wet clothes."

I gasp softly as he lifts my arched back from the ground. He pushes my cardigan from my shoulders, then unzips my dress, running the length of my spine. His fingers unclasp my bra in one quick motion.

He lays me back down, before pulling all the fabric down the length of my arms. The rush of satin leaves goosebumps in its wake, and the clothes fall to my hips, leaving me completely exposed for him. He pulls the last strap from my wrists, then traces the lines of my palm with his fingertips in a moment of surprising tenderness.

"Anything I ought to know about?" I ask, my voice shaky and more breathless than I'm used to.

His gaze is dark as he lifts his head. "Are you asking me to read your fortune, Bancroft?"

He takes off his suit jacket, then slips each button of his shirt free as I watch. I cannot help but reach out and touch him, running my hands across his stomach, feeling the groove of every muscle beneath his skin. I trace the tattoo on his chest, and then every scar, wanting to know him like this. I make it as far as the V-shaped muscles above his belt before he takes me in his arms again, holding me against him as he drags his lips across my collarbone.

I want him so badly, it burns in my chest, it creates a hot pool of desire between my thighs. My breath comes fast and shallow as his head dips, teeth grazing the hollow gap between my breasts. My eyes roll back as he slips my puckered nipple into his mouth, sucking on it until I release a whimper.

"I could tell you what lies in your future," he says. He cups my breast, lightly grazing my nipple with his thumb. "If you're ready to hear it."

I nod, unable to form words. He's knelt between my legs, looming over me and powerfully possessive. His eyes burn and gleam as his touch grazes me lower, tugging what remains of my dress from my hips and sliding it down my legs. He moves up me again, and kisses the soft curve of my stomach. I tremble beneath him.

"Can you take a guess?" He murmurs, licking the hollow of my ribcage where rain water has pooled.

Oh my god, his tongue flat against my skin does something to my body I don't recognise. My hips rise, desperate, and he draws back once more.

He slides his hands beneath the band of my underwear at either side. "I'm waiting," he tells me softly, as he slowly, torturously, begins to pull the fabric down.

I gasp as he moves down my rain-soaked legs, careful to go over my bandage, and then my knees, and my calves. Instinctively, I press my knees together, all too aware that I'm completely undressed for him.

"No?" He asks, tilting his head. He pushes my knees apart and I begin to tremble as he kneels between me again. Something cold presses against me down there, and I gasp, the metal of his belt positioned over my clit as I struggle to form words.

"I don't know," I say breathlessly. "But I hope it's good."

His eyes flash, and I immediately regret saying anything.

"Oh, Princess," he murmurs. "You have no idea how good."

His hips pull back as his hand dips lower, reaching the heat between my legs. He pushes against my clit with his thumb and I cry out, holding onto his shoulders, vaguely aware as lightning flashes across the sky. He strokes me up and down until my legs begin to shake, and then he pulls away, leaving me a whimpering mess.

He pulls his belt, unbuckling it, and unbuttoning his trousers. "I'm going to make you mine now."

My mouth drops open as he pulls his entire length free, and he's so fucking hard I can barely believe it's flesh that he presses against my entrance. But my body responds instinctively, my hips lifting off the ground, granting him entrance.

He pauses, leaning down to kiss me, to claim me, still pressing his cock teasingly against my entrance down there.

"Oh god," I whimper, unable to take it.

"God's not here, princess."

He pushes into me and I open for him, stretching so wide I cry out as I wrap my arms around him. His body is pressed against mine as he moves, every thrust of his hips plunging in an ancient rhythm. He caresses my breast as his breathing quickens, grasping handfuls of flesh between his fingers, and I can hear him groaning with each staccato push into my hips.

"Fuck, you feel good," he tells me. "So good."

His hold on me is possessive, his pace unyielding as he fucks me in the rain. His lips move to my neck, burying his face there as he pounds me relentlessly.

"This good enough for you?" He asks, holding me by the cheeks, forcing me to look at him.

I nod, crying out in pleasure, clutching at the blanket beneath us just to keep from screaming.

"Who's name?" He asks. "Who's name are you going to scream?"

"Yours," I whimper, unable to take it.

"Go on, then. Scream my name, and I'll let you come on my cock."

His hips grind into me, and he slips a hand between us, finding my clit.

"Tommy," I whimper. "Tommy, I'm going to—"

He slams forward and I fall apart. Shaking around him, unable to breathe, as his movements are slower, harder, and he groans his own release. The weight of him falls on me and I hold him, both of us remembering how to breathe.

I realise, I no longer know how to live without him.

"Fuck," he says. "I've never..." he finds me, kisses me gently. "It's never felt like that."

"Is that what you saw in my palm?" I ask, smiling against his mouth.

"Some of it," he murmurs, kissing me again. "Let's dry you off and get in the tent, and I'll tell you the rest, eh?"