I'll take off where we left them then!

To those who went to the trouble of leaving reviews – you have my thanks : ) This one is for you! It's dirty and hot... I hope you don't mind...

(I never really know what to say in an author's note... or how some manage to put +-300 words into one of these... erm... so have a meaningful quote from the previous chapter:

"He did want to know, very much so, but she shouldn't know that he wanted to know. Should she? Did it matter?"

And enjoy this one!)

[RECAP] He pushed her hair aside to better see the silky strings of blood running to her hips and dripping over her navel. Her breath hitched at his ear, she'd bent her neck back and her hands had come up behind his head, holding him closer.

He dropped the knife and turned her to face him.

Hannibal bent his lips to her chest, tasting the blood streaking down.

He sensed everything at once; her fingers tightening on his shoulders, her long nails aiding her grip, the smell of the blood he was following down her body until he kneeled in front of her, his hands whisking indecisively over her soft thighs. He heard her quiet breathing, he saw red.

And rather closed his eyes to better savour the smell of fresh, willing blood.

Hannibal flicked out his tongue, cleaning the swell of her hip.

Taste is not only biochemical, it's psychological.

Adelaide's hands slid up to his neck to his jaw, he turned his head in her hands and lifted his thumb to her womanhood, finding her clitoris and raised his head to see the effect.

She swallowed and made the small purring sound he liked, her eyes locked with his. He stroked her gently, feeling the warm wetness gathering on his fingertips.

Taste consists of 75% of smell.

His curiosity got the best of him and he bought his nose closer to his exploring hand.

He could feel the heat of her, and finally convinced himself to spread her wider to taste the dew off her.

Sweet, like if you'd make soup of an angel's cerebrum.

But it needed more spice.

Adelaide was clearly on another page than him; she moaned and whimpered helplessly underneath his ministrations. He didn't bother hiding his smirk; she'd know he enjoyed playing his power.

He patted her trembling thighs like one would a good horse's flank before rising, looming over her again. She stepped back on her own, looking over both shoulders in search for the sofa and moved to sit on the armrest.

Hannibal snorted at her intuition and followed close behind, turning and bending her over the side in one fluid movement before she could sit.

SsSs

Adelaide stifled a surprised yelp as she felt him part her buttocks, pressing against her, preparing to mount her from behind.

She felt him place a flat hand on her lower back before he pressed into her, winding his other hand into her hair and forcing her down as he started moving inside of her, sighing deeply.

He filled her to her limit, trying to push further still. She squirmed under the pressure and after a while he rested his lips on her spine, grunting as he lost himself diabolically inside her heat.

Her embarrassment at the awkward, inferior position she was in got lost in a swirl of stronger feelings as she started pressing her pelvis back, meeting his wild thrusts and she was content to hear him pant behind her.

Hannibal filled his hands with her breasts, squeezing until she arched her back, adoring the attention he lavished on her.

"Let me up." She breathed, her arms aching.

"Let me up." Adelaide tried again, finding her voice the second time.

A hand curled over her lower arm in a vice grip, yanking it out from under her and twisting it behind her back. She cried out in pain when he pulled her up by her arm.

She was leaning back against his heaving chest when he asked her;

"Excuse me?"

"I said, let me up." She hissed through gritted teeth and shivered when Hannibal caught her neck with his teeth, his breath hot against her skin.

"Alright." He mumbled.

He pulled out of her with a grunt, easily flipping her onto her bum after a moment of her silence. She did not believe she knew the side of the man fucking her at the moment very well. But she pressed her nails into his stomach anyway, trying to unearth his entire beast.

She trailed them up to his chest and challenged the stranger's steely gaze putting her down. She kissed the skin where her hands were while considering her next move but he cut her short.

SsSs

Hannibal realized he had three fingers parting her teeth as he gripped the soft flesh of her cheeks.

Hovering for a second before he tipped his head down, crushing his mouth into hers and giving into his greed, he was surprised to discover her sucking his bottom lip and turning his barbaric motion into a kiss of sorts.

SsSs

She felt nothing but his mouth on hers and she thought her heart had stopped.

He pulled back and she watched him lick at his own lips, like he tasted her all over again.

"Thank you."

She breathed her tardy reply for allowing her up against his damp skin, daring to take his rigid length into her hand as she was expressing her gratitude. She teased the sensitive flesh with agile fingers, and one of his stray hands found her breast again, kneeing single-mindedly at the supple shape.

His free hand danced down her hip, gripping her bottom firmly and lifting her leg around his waist. With the other he brushed her wanton hand away, pulling her nearer to him.

Adelaide moaned softly and raked her nails down the Hannibal's back as he entered her again.

She watched his eyes darken as she clenched down around him as tightly as she could, her nails digging deeper in effort. She'd seen from the previous time they'd been together what got him a little wound up.

Hannibal replied with deep, steady thrusts, relishing in the small sounds of urgency his mate made at the back of her throat as she turned shameless.

His pace became frenzied as he was pulled into the vortex of ecstasy building between them.

Adelaide leant back in his clawed hands, allowing him more depth.

Her head was spinning too fast for her to catch onto her own thoughts.

She could see his eyes glaze with ardour as if she was in a trance and vaguely felt him biting into her shoulder before taking a damaging hold on her hips and ramming himself into her body, burying his seed deeply within her with a final shove.

The world returned to them and they stilled. Their entwined bodies were covered in a sheen of sweat, she held onto him until he gently pried her arms loose and picked her up.

Hehe, I'll make time to get on with the storyline later - R&R!