Perhaps she was as insane as he. She wanted him badly. Hannibal Lecter was her nephew and she'd never been so sexually drawn to a man before. Not even her husband had this edge. The edge of a known killer. It sent shivers down across her skin, knowing that he was capable of killing and yet he was so innocent and gentle around her. It was as though there were truly two sides to Hannibal. Whatever the case, she was enjoying this moment. Who was she to resist him? She couldn't, even if she tried. At this point, the only way she could deny him was if she felt threatened.
As her body came into contact with her own bed Lady Murasaki found herself growing anxious. "Hannibal."