Hannibal laughs softly against the bruise he's left and shifts to drape her leg over his shoulder, pressing a few kisses to her knee before he leans in to press the most delicate of kisses to her centre. His fingers tease against her but not into her yet, tongue licking broadly before moving up to flick lightly against her clit.
She's delicious, the taste and scent of her more powerful here than anywhere else on her body, and Hannibal lets himself be lost in it.