Hannibal seemed neither pensive nor anxious. Everything had gone to plan as expected. The evidence was lying on his bed and as naked as the day she was born. And now so was Hannibal.
Lecter had never seemed egotistical on the surface, even during his time at college as a thoroughly confident and charming young man. In those days he had been with many women. Word circulated of his matchless talents in deeply intimate situations and well...his impressive endowment. But soon, it all became tiresome and sex didn't enthral Hannibal. But this was different. It wasn't just sex. It was control, dominance and submission.
Perhaps this would be fun.
Hannibal approached Sookie's bedside. He glanced between his weapons of choice and then her body. Without another thought, Hannibal climbed over her. His thighs pushed apart her legs and his eyes focused on hers, searching for the consent he had gained earlier.