˗ˏˋ꒰ 💰 ꒱ ━ ☐ Thomas Shelby never thought he would fall in love with a whore. In the bustling streets of 1920s Birmingham, Alicent, a prostitute since her teenage years, with her irresistible charm, had only one goal : to make money. Every encounte...
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IT HAD BECOME A DAILY AFFAIR. On this Thursday evening, he undressed her first so that she could wrap her legs around him. Her moaning and heavy breathing pushed him to continue while he sucked and licked his nipples. First one, then the other.
He then inserted a finger, causing her to push her head back against the wall. She kept eye contact with him as he slowly moved his finger in and out before adding another.
When she had finished undressing him, he rubbed his organ against her crack, and she gave a whimper to the sensation that passed through her. He smiles before sinking into her, moaning. She tries with all her strength not to scream as he sinks into her, his head in the hollow of her shoulder. He accelerated his movements before slowing down again, never ceasing to alternate between speed and slowness, between intensity and softness.
While continuing his coming and going, he puts her on the bed and grabs her knee which he pulls up until her leg rests on his shoulder. The change of angle allows him to sink deeper and watch her breasts bounce with each push.
A particularly deep push makes her scream loudly while the tip of his cock touches a lot of nerves inside her. He listens to her reactions and adjusts, making sure that every push touches this place in her. He accelerated, penetrating it again and again. It would not take long for them to reach orgasm.
Stars. They only see stars.
They collapse naked onto the bed, exhausted but strangely at peace, their breaths still heavy as if the outside world has disappeared. Tommy turns toward her, pulling her into his arms. He holds her close, feeling the warmth of her skin against his. It's an embrace both protective and possessive, a way of shielding her from everything around them.
He softly traces patterns on her back with his fingertips, trying to convey a tenderness he rarely feels. In that embrace, for a moment, she feels free, as though the invisible chains that have bound her for so long are slowly breaking. Her hair tumbles around her in disarray, but he finds it beautiful. He twirls a strand between his fingers and brings it to his lips, kissing it gently. He has always had a special affection for her hair.
"Why are you so beautiful ?" he murmurs, his raspy voice sending butterflies to her stomach. She smiles, a shy smile that lights up her face despite the lingering shadows of doubt.
"I don't know... maybe because you're here." It's a simple answer, but an honest one. For the first time in a long while, she feels desired for more than just her body. "Thomas..." she begins, hesitating to bring up what's on her mind. He glances at her, his smile fading slightly as if sensing something troubling her.
"What is it ?"
"Who is Grace ?"
"She was..." He pauses, searching for the right words to describe a woman who held such a significant place in his life. There are no words for that. "My wife. Before she was murdered."
