The slightest touch from his mere fingertips made her feel like the flames of hell were licking at her body it felt so damn hot. From the first time there eyes met, even when his were so soulless and evil she felt something down in the depths of her soul that she couldn't ignore, even as much as she denied it. Her heart knew what it wanted from that fateful moment in that club that night. And she knew she'd be leaving that club with him that very night, no matter what the outcome of the fight had been. Hannibal was what brought light to her life.
Before she met him she'd been going through the motions, a routine every day. But once they were brought together and she saved his life that routine had been shot to hell. The careful control she had over herself and everything around her, gone. And he was responsible. Of course over the years she had made little gripes about it. But secretly, she appreciated it and was glad of it every second of every day. He made her life different. Hannibal King made her really start living life, taking more chances rather than plan every little thing out.
Her jaw clenched and she groaned as his tongue expertly stroked and caressed her. His hands on her stomach barely held her down. Every few seconds her hips with snap upwards due to the surge of blinding pleasure he was so deftly supplying her with. Abby knew how smug he was right now. How many times over the years had he teased her about how she'd react and how much she'd love it if he just got one chance to get his head between her legs. It always made her blush and she usually walked away with nothing really to say. But over the last few months, he'd been showing her just how serious he had been.
"Oh.... GOD!" Sweat glistened on her skin and she no longer worried about the cool breeze. Just to get more comfortable she slid her legs over his shoulders, her fingers knotted in his hair as her shoulders pressed against the ground from the onslaught of extreme pleasure. "Mmmnnn.. don't.. Don't fucking stop.. please!"
Abby bit her bottom lip, panting as her body tried to move against his hands. Sometimes his strength surprised even her. Her fingers coiled tighter, pulling his hair, gently pushing his head closer.