The hole in his shoulder would have easily accepted her attentions, but his abs flexed, shying away from the kiss she placed there. That scar was Hannibal's alone. It was a reminder that his own betrayal of the man killed Abigail. That he missed out on the family Hannibal would have willingly gave him. That he was lying to himself about what he truly was capable of. Will recognized he was cojoined to Hannibal no matter how much distance they had between them. And that was not where he wanted his mind to go while he was with Yelena.
Following her down onto the bed, fingers brushed down her stomach. His mouth biting lightly until his lips landed on her breast and his tongue flicked over the hardened nipple. Fingers continued down between them, sliding between her thighs, seeking where his tongue had been earlier. There was more to be gained from delaying them further but still stimulating her desires.