Being with her, touching her, tasting her, feeling her wrapped around him, Hannibal would never tire of it. She made him feel things he never felt with a woman before. He felt romantic. Hell, he felt sexy. What ever the fuck that means.
His hand covered most of her flat stomach as he splayed it out across the surface, pinning her down to the ground. The tiny button of nerves was carefully taken between his lips. With slow, gentle movements he lapped his tongue against it, forcing himself not to grin when her squirming got worse. Instead he just pushed her arching body back down with an easy motion from his large hand.
She had no idea the affect just touching her had on him. It made every bad thing that had ever happened fade away into nothingness. Restored his tainted soul and sealed the cracks of a once broken heart. There was something miraculous about the love of a good woman, the right woman. Hannibal found what he needed to live again in this woman, found the angel to redeem him, she gave him a lifetime and he could never be more grateful.