As she raised her legs Hannibal got closer. His hard on rubbed against the tight crevice it craved. "Knew you would love it." All that get me something simple shit was just that, shit, at the end of the day when the guns were put away, Abby was in fact a woman. He was glad he listened to his gut on the ring.
Slowly he pushed against her, the head pushing apart her slick folds, easing inside her one painful inch at a time. No matter how bad he wanted to slam the whole length into her he wouldn't. King wanted to take his time. He loved the way the moon reflected on her skin. Made her look like a goddess.