His lips went lower. They circled her nipple, his tongue lashing the center as his hand cupped the other softly. There was nothing rushed or frantic about his touch. Just the opposite.
Releasing her breast from his mouth Hannibal blazed a hot trail of very wet kisses down the center of her body, stopping at her navel. Lifting his head be blew his warm breath against the gleaming trail of saliva he had left behind, chilling it with his wine soaked breath. The sounds she made when he touched her, even just the air blowing against her skin made him groan.