Hello again, and welcome to the fateful night.
He invited her to dinner again, to cut the tumour from his thoughts permanently.
Hannibal planned on finding the perfect moment before he made his move; it felt like a game of chess, against himself.
They shared a dinner of classic French green salad with small cuts of meat flame cooked with houlimi cheese cubes. He poured them both a generous glass of merlot infused with raspberries and cherries with hints of vanilla and cinnamon to create a smooth finish to the meal.
His eyes rarely left her as he watched her eat, though both were mostly silent, only smelling the tang of the coming storm and wondering when it would strike.
It's not that Hannibal didn't know what to say, he always did, it was a gift. He was just searching for the right window to open and his guest wasn't at all talkative tonight.
So he played for time.
"I'd like to draw you again." He started, knowing that she would not refuse him.
"Another portrait?" She asked after sipping on her wine, her light eyes inquisitive.
"No," He mused as he decided to go with the new version of the plan he was busy improvising. "-the bigger picture."
More time. Time to find that moment he was waiting for, time to rub the part of him wanting a pretty thing to play with into the dust. The very same part that also wanted to choke the life out of her, to watch it leave her eyes and all that... but his ever present sense of honed logic made him understand that he'd only be able to have it once then, if he acted on that particular desire - one mere moment alone.
And he was really starting to despise himself.
So he left the room, fetching a neatly folded white sheet in the cupboard upstairs and spreading it over the chaise lounge before he gestured for her to sit down. He retrieved his pencils and a clean leaf of paper like before, continuing to sharpen the pencil over the wastebasket.
He had an image in his mind of what he wanted the drawing to look like at the end, it was going to be perfect and the only thing he wanted left of her after tonight.
She seemed a bit on edge, like she knew everything. Her brows was drawn together like a spoilt child, she was dreading something, desiring something but not willing to beg for it. Somewhere in between she lingered, much like he had been lingering before a second ago.
He bade her to lie down on her side and she followed his instruction obediently, propped up on her elbow and watching him with wandering eyes, something brooding inside their depths, fighting to rebel.
Hannibal sat back in his chair and looked at the young woman. Considering where he'd start.
SsSs
He was in the middle of making a basic sketch of her entire anatomy before he started with adding details when she kicked off her dark green kitten heels and took a deep breath..
Hannibal's gaze remained on her face for a beat before he resumed drawing, his back straight, glancing up every now and then to catch a new detail of her to put in his illustration.
"Get a new paper." She said suddenly, watching his eyes harden for just a moment.
"Why?" he asked her quietly.
"Just trust me." She smiled briefly, reassuringly, like he always did.
Hannibal rose slowly, pushing back his chair as he did, his eyes never once leaving her until he turned around to find a new paper in the cabinet behind his desk.
He heard the soft rustle of clothing and resisted the urge to twist back to see what was going on, he opted to use the moment to gather himself.
He wasn't completely prepared for what he saw when he turned back though.
But he made sure nothing showed on his face and sat himself down, looking down at the paper, not trusting his wilful gaze just yet.
SsSs
Adelaide had pulled down the tight black skirt she wore with a soft lace top tucked into it at her waist. She was currently removing the pearly buttons from their holes at snail's pace, watching him watching her.
It was only when she shrugged the flimsy material from her back that he found himself staring and picked up the only pencil he hadn't sharpened yet, starting work on it as she took her time undressing further.
SsSs
He raised his head, expecting to see her completely undressed and found his prediction accurate.
Adelaide was sitting much like she had first been sitting when she was clothed but her back was now turned on him slightly, the side of one small breast visible to him from underneath the arm she held around her knee.
He wanted to clean his throat but considered the message it would send and opted for starting to draw anew, ignoring the many desires of the flesh.
SsSs
Hannibal would only have taken another twenty minutes before he was done with his sketch but Adelaide had her own agenda. She turned suddenly, watching him cautiously and he knew his mouth had twitched and gave his annoyance away.
He had just become accustomed to her lounging on the same seat his patients sat on during their sessions and she ruined his concentration and consequently the rest of the sketch he was making of her while silently absorbing all the details of her body's contours into his greedy memory.
Adelaide faced him full on now, all her squirming and shame of the other night evaporated completely.
"I'm done." She said, her words meaning nothing at all but filling the air between them with something other than cold air.
Hannibal rose and she mirrored his action.
He walked over to where she now stood, stark naked except for the small piece of black material hiding her sex.
She looked genuinely surprised when he slapped her hard across the cheek with the back of his hand, the sound daring to echo through the room.
He used her next moment of confusion to step into her personal space, the hand he struck her with at her hip and the other at her ribs, urging toward her back rather than breast. Her skin was very cold.
Adelaide's eyes were watering slightly as they attempted to burn into his soul, screaming at him.
It was the second time he'd seen her tears now. She was frowning darkly, the corners of her mouth turned down.
Hannibal leaned his still mouth against her, wanting to make her go away, to frighten her.
He thought he had succeeded when he felt a shiver down her spine.
SsSs
Her arms came up, over his own until they were around his neck. Then she opened her mouth over his unmoving lips, biting his lower lip firmly between her teeth and suckling softly at it all the while looking into his open eyes.
He heard the girl inhale against the skin at his cheek, and he realised there would be no window tonight.
Hannibal took hold of her chin, pulling her face away from his and pressing her head back to expose her white neck.
He bent to drag his lips across it, smelling the roses and imagining them growing from her skin. He bared his teeth when he found her collarbone and bit at the shape under the skin without tenderness, he listened to her breath hitch, her heart hammering loudly on her ribs and through her veins.
Adelaide's fingers tugged at the material of his jacket, trying to peel it off of him. He took her arms and pinned it to her sides with ease as she struggled.
"Not here." He declared.
SsSs
Hannibal led her to his private rooms, she walked in front of him, his hand clenching her shoulder as he steered her. They entered and he closed the door with his foot. His eyes hooded and sparkling with some unidentifiable thoughts.
He told her to sit on the bed and face the wall it was pushed up against like someone usually sleeping alone. He waited and disappeared from view after she obediently clambered on and turned away.
SsSs
His hands found her shoulders in the gray darkness of the room after an eternity of waiting. She shuddered and slid backwards, trying to find the solidness of his body behind her but he pushed her forward up on all fours.
Hannibal remained indecisive for a moment and then he was turning her on her back again, using his strong hands to manipulate her movements.
As she lay under him, she could see his shape looming over her, highlighted by the silver light from the waxing moon hanging high in the window frame.
She used her fingers to find his bare chest and started rubbing small circles on the skin; he seemed uncomfortable, or perhaps she just thought he was because she knew there was no way he did this often. Adelaide felt the fine hair on his chest and lowered her hands, intending to find where the hair ceased.
Hannibal came from his pensive state quickly as she rolled her palms over his abdomen; he grasped her wrists in a vice grip and pinned them above her head hard enough to bruise the skin.
He felt the huff of breath she released in shock and bent down to her pressing his nose up her chest, smelling her sweet untainted scent.
He flicked his tongue out, finding she tasted as good as she smelled.
His teeth closed around a rock hard nipple and she squirmed at the force he used. He was punishing her flesh, dragging his teeth over it and making her cry out softly.
She realised he only held her tighter the more she wriggled to get her hands free but she was itching to touch him back, to make him feel what she did. She resorted to balling her fists helplessly.
He was lavishing attention on her other breast and she arched herself into his mouth, yelping as he bit down harshly.
Hannibal thought she tasted like lamb's meat, and he was eating at her slowly, savouring the taste melting on his tongue as he broke the skin on her chest.
He thought he heard her crying out his name, panic and desire thick in her voice. He found her mouth with his own, sharing her blood with her. His breath became ragged on her lips as she lapped up the ruby nectar from his, her tongue even reaching his chin.
"Please..." she begged near his ear.
He released her wrists and slid his hands down to the dip of her waist, moving her up a few inches on the mattress and then tugging at her ribs to encourage her to sit up. She rose with the support of her elbows and allowed him to spread her legs easily with one knee before he shifted her onto him, his erection pressing against her stomach.
Adelaide held onto his arms and ground her hips against him wantonly.
Hannibal growled and impaled her suddenly, in a single stroke he was reduced to an animal. She cried out in pain, her hands snaking around his neck and holding him closer to her, breathing into his neck as he stretched her to her limit.
He'd only rocked them together for a few seconds before her slick warmth became too much for him to bear, he pushed her back, his hands closing around her throat and his pace becoming rougher as he breathed in the musky scent rising between them.
Lust was all she could smell off of him.
He heard her choke, her breath coming laboriously in long gasps.
He took a second drinking in her pale image, struggling for air while getting what she wanted all along. Then he released her windpipe and planted his hands on either side of her head; he felt the sheen of sweat building on his own skin too as he pushed deeper and deeper into Adelaide, spurred on by the devil of her moans and her hands all over him.
Hannibal considered crying out to whatever god for the first time in his life as her walls clenched tightly around him, but instead he lifted her thigh to hook around his waist, crushing harder into her and threatening to break her beneath him. Her nails dug into his back, tearing into the skin and causing him to pull out of her and grip her waist violently, throwing her on her stomach mainly to get her nails away from him.
She mewled as he pulled her hips back up to him; he positioned himself at her entrance and struck back into her, eliciting a whimper badly concealed as another moan from her lips.
It only took three more strokes before he bucked into her, spilling his seed deep inside her and squeezing her against him for a last moment.
"Let me give you something for your cheek." He said, almost softly as he rolled her back to face him, both panting.
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