"You don't need to move." He told her. She would be feast on a table, waiting for him to devour every inch. Hannibal wanted her just like that.
"I won't hurt you." Though that was part lie. If she remembered at all, she would remember how easy it was for him to get carried away. Only with her. Only with her was it so easy to lose control. Hannibal would allow himself that much. A treat.
He unzipped her pants and loosened them at her hips.