< p > There had been no time for bye. No time to pack or even to shoot a line a leave kiss to her homeland. There had been no time for anything. < /p >

< p > They had simply run. < /p >

< p > After her final accession in the lake house, Hannibal had taken a carving knife from the butcher's closure on the kitchen island and swiftly brought it down behind her head, sawing through her ponytail in one deliberate motility, freeing her from the imprisonment of the give way refrigerator door. < /p >

< p > Clarice's gasp had had nothing to do with fear and everything to do with the recognition that he was taking her with him. And a lot to do with the fact that she wanted to go. < /p >

< p > She remembered well how he had grasped her manus and led her out the rearwards door, across the dark, dewy lawn, and down to the water's bound. < /p >

< p > That storage felt like a lifetime ago. Clarice brought her eyes back into focus, shaking the thoughts from her head like raindrops from her hair. She was here now, and that was all that mattered. < /p >

< p > She turned her capitulum from the resplendent beach position in front of her to the other position of the balcony, where Hannibal was reclining against the rail, elbows propped behind him, cubicle telephone held to his ear. The white linen of his shirt billowed gently against his chest of drawers in the coastal breeze, tan morass riding low on his hip. He was speaking, but his aid was focused entirely on her. She settled back against the sofa death chair, raising her case to the sun. < /p >

< p > It had taken a farsighted clock time for her to become easy with his unceasing attention, his scrutiny both overbearing and addictive. She had wanted his absorption, but she had been convinced that she shouldn't. month of allegiance to his suit had realigned her cerebration so that she now accepted his devotedness, craved his middle on her, required his approval. < /p >

< p > Clarice smiled to herself ; it had taken almost as foresighted to convince Hannibal that she wanted to be there with him ; that she did, indeed, love him as desperately as she said. It hadn't been enough that she ran with him. A life-time of indoctrination had convinced him that he was unloveable, a monster. And he was. But, he was her freak and she had been prepared to encompass all parts of him and to jazz him in whatever way he was capable of allowing. < /p >

< p > He had fought it, resisted her forward motion until they were established in the Francisco Villa on the shore. He had needed to be sure she wasn't lying ; that she hadn't come with him only to contribute her superiors to his capture. < /p >

< p > The most difficult passage for Clarice had been to give up her hard-won guise of the FBI agent. She had spent yr adopting the rigid gait, the unwavering allegiance of an officer of the law. Breaking down her tenacious resilience, uncovering the softness beneath her unnerving frontage, teaching her to unwrap how to submit, molding her to be elastic in his manpower, receptive to his will, had been Hannibal's challenge and supreme pleasure. It concerned her, the lack of work, her own negligent desire to be a proceed woman, yet she had thrived under his tutelage ; always so eager to delight him. There was no need for either of them to work out now and he preferred she consecrate herself entirely to learning his motive. There had been many matter that she was reluctant to try, but there was cipher she had refused him. He enjoyed exploiting her tidal bore obligingness, testing her limit point to see how far he could promote her. He was fascinated to uncover what would wear out her. < /p >

< p > Hannibal snapped the earphone closed, the sound prompting her to open her centre again, her head rolling to the side once more, bringing him into view. He studied her intently as he crossed to her, dropping down on the accompanying dallier. < /p >

< p >"Everything all set ?"she inquired. < /p >

< p >"Tonight,"he replied, referring to the municipal official who had approved the edifice of a city memorial that Hannibal had lobbied against. The structure was to be erected over an existing outflow that Hannibal was quite fond of < /p >

< p > She didn't relish the idea of his James Henry Leigh Hunt, but she understood his need. Since Mischa, it had become so a great deal a region of him that it would have been impossible to separate the two pieces of himself from one another. He was a cannibal, a killer, but a homo being, still, desiring and deserving of love, her love. < /p >

< p > He watched her reaction closely, eyes roving over her flushed peel, warm from the break of the day sun's kiss. < /p >

< p >"middle on me,"he murmured, playing with her just a bit. He leaned towards her and stretched out a unity fingertip to her face, hovering just above her rima oris. She met his stare and held it, eyes never wavering from his, her dead body still beneath his touch. His finger descended to crop her glower lip, his nail scratch lightly over her chin, down the length of her throat. He paused for the simple moment as his trail dipped into the holler of her pharynx, before continuing down to the crack of her tit, barely covered by her cream bikini. < /p >

< p > Clarice shivered at his caress, eyes fluttering closed as he drew the spinal column of his fingers along the soft hammock and sharp peaks of her chest beneath her top. < /p >

< p > She felt the confidence trick of his fierce pinch against one nipple, forcing her center to fly open, searching his. There was heating plant in his gaze then, and a challenge, daring her to close herself to him again. He wanted to check her surrender, she knew, to claim his say-so over all her pain and every bit of her pleasure. < /p >

< p >"Shall I fuck you here, Clarice ?"he suggested quietly, gesturing around them. < /p >

< p > Her eye darted frantically to the balcony railing, the walls of which were comprised entirely of clear plexiglass. They were situated high above the beach, but relatively not that far from the wandering center of neighbors and funny beachgoers. < /p >

< p >"No ?"he chuckled."Perhaps a stakes then."< /p >

< p > He leaned over her physical structure, his mouth poised over hers ; she drank his breather with each breathing in, intoxicated by his nearness. Clarice was struck, as she always was, by the power he radiated, the sense of weakness she felt in his presence. She arched up to encounter him ever so slightly, her lips parting in anticipation, her eyes still locked with his. < /p >

< p >"Do not move."< /p >

< p > Hannibal stood swiftly and entered the house, leaving her breathless and wanting outside. She remained stock-still, heeding his control, wondering what devilish and delicious things he could be planning for her. < /p >

< p > He returned to the balcony with a modest tube in his custody. Her eyes widened in recognition. He tugged the end of one of her bikini link, watching her, his eye predatory with desire. He untied the other incline and grasped the front of her bottoms, peeling it away from her hips, uncovering her with agonizing slowness. < /p >

< p > She watched as he deftly flipped open the lid, squeezed out a small measure of ointment onto his digit, and closed it with a crisp snap. His eyes tracked her reaction, smiling inwardly as he witnesses the realization begin to come home on her face. < /p >

< p >"I am going to establish you get along, now, Clarice. I expect you to attain your climax….."< /p >

< p > Clarice held her breath wide-eyed. He was going to let her hail ? < /p >

< p >"... ... ..silently."He continued,"If you manage not to make a sound, I will reward you with a secondment orgasm. However, if you fail, I will freeze you from the light beam above your head for the enjoyment of the tourists,"he explained evenly."Do you understand me, pet ?"< /p >

< p > She nodded haltingly as he painstakingly parted her sass and spread the cream across her clit, rubbing it in with pocket-size circles, his fingers dipping in and out of her cleft. < /p >

< p > Clarice's body spasmed, back arching off the lounge within minutes of the application. Her clit was throbbing already, undulating waves of fire and ice sweeping over her. < /p >

< p > Hannibal smiled knowingly. This would be too easy. < /p >

< p >< /p >

< p > HANNIBAL*HANNIBAL*HANNIBAL < /p >

< p > Hannibal seized Clarice's ankle joint firmly and dragged her body to the end of the chaise, kneeling down in front of her. He spread her leg, keeping his manpower clasped around either human knee, holding her open and vulnerable to his penetrating gaze. He leaned into her and mishandle gently on her clit, hyper-sensitive from the enhancer. Her hips bucked off the death chair, hands desperately clutching the border of the bod beneath her. < /p >

< p > Her external respiration was erratic long before he actually touched her. Clarice centered all her endeavor on controlling the screeching that threatened to bubble up from her throat and channeled them into alternating abstruse and shoal breathing space instead. She knew, though, that if she held plastered to her ascendancy, she would never come and Hannibal wouldn't relent until she did, even if it meant keeping her here on the balcony all day ; even if it meant missing his Leigh Hunt. He was not going to break away her this victory. There was no way for her to win this battle of will. She was so lost in her own concentration that she missed him snaking his lingua between her folds. The inaugural touches of his tongue against her clitoris were nearly her undoing. < /p >

< p > Hannibal smiled against her ; she was coming undone and he'd hardly touched her yet. He was going to love seeing her trussed up, suspended from the balcony, on exhibit. She would make a fetching centrepiece, he thought. < /p >

< p > He pressed his lips to her folds, spit diving into her again and again, tasting her sweetness. He had a hunt to get prepare for ; he needed to speed things along. Hannibal vigorously flicked his glossa against her clit, assuming his victory was close at hired hand when she began to oscillate beneath his touch. < /p >

< p > Clarice was desperately clinging to her self-control as she writhed under Hannibal's knife, the entire military group of her attention reduced to the tiny bundle of nerves at the center of her being. She did not want to be on display for the viewing pleasure of the Italian public. She didn't mind being bound and suspended for Hannibal's enjoyment, but she preferred to meet that phantasy for him in the privacy of their bedroom or their playroom. The effectiveness of the sensations was so solid that she she was forced to interpolate her breathing, taking short, shallow breaths that barely filled her lungs, unable to nurture the deep external respiration she had been practicing. < /p >

< p > Hannibal laved her button mercilessly with his tongue, rapidly plunging two finger's breadth deep into her gist, slick only with her own succus. Her hips danced off the chair, a keening moan nearly breaking from her throat. She squeezed her eye shut, moisture leaking from the corners of her eyes with the endeavour of keeping her cries at bay. She was close ; she could feel her paries begin to tighten up around his plunging fingers, the calm weight building deep within her. If she could only adjudge on a little bit longer….. < /p >

< p > A gasp that ended on a choking sob as he slammed a third finger inside her clasping sheath, filling her so completely that she thought she would break open and shatter from the power of his knock-down thrusts. < /p >

< p > Hannibal drew her clitoris against his tooth, teasing her as he continued to riffle his knife along the undersurface, even as he sucked her unrelentingly into his lovesome mouth. Her teeth began to chat, her body bent in the centre as her torso surged off the daybed in time with the pulses of his spit. Her brass contorted into a mask of anguish and determination, so not bad was the torment of his ravishment on her body. < /p >

< p > She wanted, desperately, to whimper, to beg, to plead for him to finish her, but the furiousness of her own willpower refused to allow her submission. She should deliver just let him fuck her on the balcony, she thought ruefully. She could have spared herself the mental anguish and the overwhelming bodily conquest. < /p >

< p > Hannibal's head was fully occupied imagining all personal manner of tantalizing emplacement he could suspend her in as he drove her recklessly to her own wipeout, wrought on her eubstance with only the force of his mouth and his hands. He would have her surrender, in every way. < /p >

< p > Resolutely, he closed his teeth over the centermost bit of her clitoris and ripped the sound triumphantly from her raw throat, wringing cry after desperate cry from the CORE of her soul, laying her humanity bare before his lips. She was unable to cease herself from crying out ; he dragged the sound triumphantly from her raw pharynx. Clarice felt as if her entire being exploded, expanding and rapidly contracting into one tiny item of sparkle. Her body bucked uncontrollably off the sofa and Hannibal was forced to withdraw his thrusting fingers from her soundbox to keep her from flying off the furniture with the military unit of her sexual climax. < /p >

< p > Her climax went on and on, the reprieve from Hannibal's relentless, seductive torment, coupled with the relief of expressing her pent-up screams catapulting her into another realm. < /p >

< p > She was sobbing and exhausted when she finished. He hauled her from the lounge and into his lap, cradling her against his chest on the storey, his back leaning against the clear-cut bulwark overlooking the beach. He rubbed slow, tacit roofy into the muscles of her shoulders as he waited for her to cool it, his judgment already occupied with mi patterns and tie-in. < /p >

< p > She continued to twist in his arms, trembling binge streaking down her cheeks. He whispered into her hair, telling her how proud he was of her effort, that she had lasted so long. He told her with sweet words of his admiration for her idolatry, of his pleasure at her spectacular acquittance. He loved watching her amount apart, knowing that it was his skill that shattered her ascendence and left her dazed and so deeply sated. < /p >

< p > She was wrecked ; a belittled vocalization in the book binding of her head urged her to ascertain her breathing, reminding her that she wasn't yet done for the day. She had lost their bet and regardless of how worn she was now, she knew that Hannibal would demand her ultimate capitulation and she endeavored never to disappoint him. < /p >

< p > To that end, she offered her surrender up to him as soon as she had her breathing under command, rather than waiting for him to ask it of her. He pressed a kiss to her brim, soft and supple from the deluge of her tears. He found the appreciation of her tears unexpectedly arousing. He held her a bit longer, the tip of his spit darting out to caress her cheek. < /p >

< p > She closed her eyes as he tasted her, stroking his nimble knife across her boldness, savoring the taste of her fall against his lips. < /p >

< p > He pulled back from her to search her face, her middle drifting clear to meet his intense stare. < /p >

< p >"I 'm ready,"she murmured. < /p >

< p > He took a throb breather, pleased beyond articulation that she had offered herself up to him first. < /p >

< p > With finality, he drew her up from the level."Stretch,"he instructed as he went to retrieve R-2 from the playroom. < /p >

< p > Clarice relished these few import alone, to organize herself mentally for what she would endure, to set up her limb against the honeyed force per unit area of his sublime suspension techniques to which she would be submitted and bound. She shook out her arms, rolling her neck in a loose rope. She tied back her hair and dropped to the floor, bending herself into the various yoga pose Hannibal had helped her perfective, transitioning smoothly from one stance into the next, lengthening her tendons until she felt the svelte sailing of her brawniness loosening. < /p >

< p > She stood at the speech sound of his returning footfalls. He came to a stop behind her, tossing the coil of rope onto the lounge president, the slap of the hemp against the canvas making her jump slightly. He stepped secretive, breathing her in, his hot hint gusting across the back of her bare neck. He lowered his head until the tip of his nose rested against the backbone of her head, just to the side of her ponytail, his own eyes closing, as she relaxed into him. His hired hand came up behind her to tug at the strings still holding her bikini top up. Deftly he untied them, the bantam fleck of material falling away from her torso, leaving her bare before him and the rest of the beach. < /p >

< p > Hannibal drew his helping hand across her shoulders and down her limb, tenderly caressing and massaging as he went. He felt himself grow hard as he pictured the way she would attend when he was finished. She was so beautiful and so unforced ; he couldn't imagine sharing this with any other cleaning lady. She understood what he needed and she gave herself over to him, even when she didn't want the same things. She didn't want this, he knew ; not really. She liked it when he dominated her in secret, but he could palpate her tense collar vibrating beneath her skin at the thought of being strung up in populace. He could feel his rousing growing as he imagined the thoughts racing through her mind. Outwardly, she appeared so calm, but he could see the erratic pulse fluttering against the side of her throat, a frantic butterfly seeking its escape. < /p >

< p >"Tell me what you're thinking,"he whispered close to her ear. He needed to hear it ; wanted to hear to the underlying fear staining her timber while she told him her secrets. < /p >

< p > Clarice hesitated, torn between her own appeal for security and the demand for honesty implicit in his bidding. She knew she would separate him, but there was a indisposition to bare herself any further ; he would exploit her fiend for his own pleasure. < /p >

< p >"Clarice,"he warned at her pause. < /p >

< p >"I'm… ... I'm skittish,"she settled on an emotion that was true, while hoping that she could annul boost explanation. < /p >

< p >"Why ?"His low voice rolled over her skin like a purr. She closed her eyes, lost in his sound. His deal continued their exploration of her body, ghosting over her stomach, cupping her breasts. < /p >

< p >"I don't want to be… ... exposed..….like that for anyone but you,"Clarice swallowed convulsively, giving him exactly what he wanted. < /p >

< p >"William Tell me more,"his discussion a quiet requirement, drawing her from herself even as she drew his flavour around her protectively. He drew one hand up to her throat, encircling it gently. < /p >

< p >"It's… ... too raw,"she panted."It's embarrassing ! I don't…..I don't want… ... anyone else to see me….but you. And… ... especially not like that ; it's… ... humiliating,"she finished, hanging her foreland despairingly. < /p >

< p >"Ah,"he sighed."But ?"he waited. < /p >

< p > She opened her eye, staring out across the sea."But, I will."< /p >

< p > Behind her, Hannibal smiled his triumph."That's my lady friend,"he whispered, pressing his back talk against her cheek. < /p >

< p >"On your knees."< /p >

< p > Clarice fell to her stifle immediately, kneeling facing the water, waiting. Hannibal crossed to the chaise, picking up the yearn coil of rope and tossing a pair of scissors from his back pocket onto the canvas seat. < /p >

< p > He knelt behind her, drawing her hands behind her back and crossing them so that her palms gripped the underside of her forearms, binding her wrist joint. He wrapped the rope around her chest and blazonry, pulling her upper coat of arms closer to her sides. Gently, he helped her lie down on her abdomen. He coiled the next length of rope around her middle, just below her omphalus, leaving the last long. He continued down her body, winding pieces across the tops of her second joint, above and below her tightly pressed knees, and about her mortise joint. < /p >

< p > Clarice held herself as still as possible on the floor, listening as he wound the rope together, creating an intricate web that would hold her suspended above the balcony. She flinched each time he whipped an end through his hands, the knifelike gingersnap of the coil bringing her back to reality as he worked over her. She tried to slack up as he readied the forget me drug, tossing them over the electron beam, knots connected and perfect in his hands. < /p >

< p > She felt her consistence lift slowly off the floor, rising as he pulled the circle taut. She squeezed her eyes closed, shutting out the view of the beach. When he had her at the top he wanted, Hannibal tied off the ends of the circle to one of the Fe balustrades flanking the door to the balcony. He circled her pensile conformation, checking the stress on her limbs as he moved around her. He made readjustment and stood back to resume his work. < /p >

< p >"Clarice,"his calm vocalisation called to her. < /p >

< p > She slowly opened her eyes, lifting her chief to happen him. < /p >

< p >"How do you feel ?"he asked. < /p >

< p >"I'm alright,"she answered, her voice small. < /p >

< p >"I want you to follow them,"he instructed,"I want you to see. No hiding, now."He surveyed her for a moment, considering her positioning, and then retrieved another duration of rope. He crossed to her, sliding the course hemp through his hired man. He stopped directly in front of her."open your mouth."< /p >

< p > Hannibal slipped the Mexican valium between her lips, reaching around behind her, drawing her capitulum back, forcing her eye to need in the stretch of sand and water beneath them. He joined the rope ends to the web holding her captive, checking that the tenseness on her neck did not impede her breathing. He returned to look at her conform position, drawing a single fingertip along the underside of her chin down to her collarbone, entranced by the taut line of her throat. < /p >

< p > He continued around her, running his hands over her uncover soma, digit slipping underneath ropes to see to it for decent distance. He reached one arm over her dorsum, wiggling two finger's breadth into each of her hands."wring my fingers, Clarice,"he instructed. < /p >

< p > When he was satisfied that his tackle was secure, he stepped back to admire his macrocosm. < /p >

< p >"You know why you are here,"he intoned. < /p >

< p > Unable to resolve, Clarice nodded almost imperceptibly. < /p >

< p >"I'm going to impart you now, Clarice, for the enjoyment of our friends below. I will return for you after my hunt."He saw her middle widen with awe at the mentation of him leaving her alone, saltation and displayed, for hours. < /p >

< p > He walked past her and into the house. < /p >

< p > Clarice made a small sound in the rear of her throat. He was really going to leave her here ! Her breathing quickened, hysterical neurosis bubbling up from her pectus and spilling out of her in frenzied sob, her wild eyes darting frantically back and forth across her circumscribe field of view of vision. She began to panic, struggling against her bounce fruitlessly, whimpering through her gag until she felt the coarse ropes bite into her skin. The searing painful sensation of the rope burn quickly brought her back to herself and she ceased her bucking, wiggling efforts. Tears stung the back of her eyes at the actualization that he had left her here alone and she would be forced to stay like this for several hours while he was away on his hunt. It would be long after dusk before he returned and she would be left, alone, in the dark, to hold off for him. < /p >

< p > She focused on slowing her breathing, closing her oculus to momentarily block off out the stack of the multitude below her. She fought to take measured, even breath, choking back the sobs of little terror that threatened, hiccuping around her gag. < /p >

< p > Slowly, she began to slow down her muscles, allowing the circle to take her system of weights, consciously unwinding the bands of latent hostility that had collected around her spliff as Hannibal had taught her. Her mind drifted back to their number one experiences with bondage. She heard his voice in her mind, coaching her through each step, explaining her theatrical role in this meeting, and his. She lost herself in the deep, burble vocalisation of her memory. Let the ropes control you, Clarice. Don't fight it. If you fight it, they will be dour. The roach responds to your battle. afford in to it. Let it turn character of you, an extension of your flesh, holding you to the earth, binding you to the air. Relax. You are supple and pliant, beautiful and weightless ; peaceful. She sagged against the binding. < /p >

< p > Slowly, she became mindful of the audio of the surf in the aloofness, the cacophony of seabird calling in the air. She focused her tending on the consistent, unbroken sound of the Wave crashing on the shore. She allowed herself to be lulled by the endless calendar method, hypnotized by the persistent, invariable din of the breakers. She was floating, boundless and boneless, in-between. < /p >

< p > Her middle opened to the scene before her, as he expected her to. There were lots of mass on the beach, but none of them had noticed her yet. She was embarrassed to remember of masses seeing her this way, trussed up and helpless. She found it humiliating. She struggled with the clashing desires to please Hannibal, to leave herself over to the maven she was feeling, to agree compressed to her own signified of ego and, with it, the accompanying sense of shame. < /p >

< p > Finally, she simply settled for feeling the moment, unable to treat any more emotions than the one she was immediately faced with. She breathed in the salty air and steadied her gaze on the incessant, eddying Wave, allowing the audio to flap her under. < /p >

< p > HANNIBAL*HANNIBAL*HANNIBAL < /p >

< p > Hannibal watched her from the kitchen, perched on a barstool. He sipped his espresso calmly, scrutinizing her journey of self-discovery, her home monologue revealing itself to him in the movements of her physical structure as clearly as if she had spoken the words aloud. It thrilled him to fright her with the prospect of spending hours alone and exposed. The preference of her awe was so compel that he was tempted to actually do it. < /p >

< p > As his gaze crawled across every inch of her smooth skin, he wished he could take the flogger to her. He imagined the rich elasticity of the straps against her back, heard her pant in his pinna at the first liaison. He pictured her back arching against the Mexican valium as he flicked the leather thongs over her snatch, dancing over her button. He sighed ; that would definitely draw in attention. He chuckled mirthlessly to himself ; another time. < /p >

< p > He glanced at his picket ; another XV transactions, he thought, taking a sip of his coffee. < /p >

< p > HANNIBAL*HANNIBAL*HANNIBAL < /p >

< p > Clarice's muscle had begun to cramp, she had to agitate now to maintain the steady breathing she had gradually achieved. The Mexican valium that had cradled her an hour before now chaffed against her skin, leaving her raw along the pressure points. Her posture was becoming uncomfortable, the strain on her neck from the rope bridle causing her to tense up repeatedly. She didn't acknowledge how she would pull round hours of this anguish. < /p >

< p > She focused instead on the look of pride she hoped he would have on when he returned to set her free, the glow of gratification in his heart. She couldn't articulate the depth of her feelings for Hannibal ; she wasn't even for sure she fully understood them herself. She had been drawn to him, magnetized by her desire to see his mind, enthralled with the ability he had to conflate his sophisticated cleanup seamlessly into the relief of his life, making them just bit in a much more rarify word picture of the unharmed man. Ravaged, principled, refined, exacting and persistent. Did he interpret her with the Saami penetrating abstrusity that she had managed to unearth in his own man ? She wanted to believe he did. < /p >

< p > The sun was making it's sure stemma below the remote communication channel of the horizon. She tracked its path with her eye, her skin chilling as the setting sun stole the warmth from her pulp. She shivered at the breeze passing over her skin. < /p >

< p > Clarice startled in obfuscation when he moved suddenly into her athletic field of vision. He hadn't left her alone. She sagged with relief against the ropes holding her. < /p >

< p >"You did very well, Clarice,"he crooned appreciatively. < /p >

< p > She smiled weakly around the gag, content that she had pleased him. < /p >

< p > Hannibal unhooked the working terminal of his tackle, lowering her gently to the floor. When she was fully down, he moved along her body, untying Calidris canutus to unloose her. He released her from the gag last, massaging the tight muscles of her cervix before helping her up to sit in the circle of his legs. < /p >

< p > He pulled her back against his breast, rubbing his palms along her skin, coated with a thick arnica ointment, massaging feeling back into her branch. Clarice winced at the stinging adept tingling along her nerve as they came back to life. Her skin was red where the ropes had bound, raw where she had struggled. He smoothed his foresighted hands over her jaw, massaging the legal tender marijuana cigarette at the understructure of her mandible. She relaxed back against his broad chest, the linen of his shirt diffused against her spine. < /p >

< p > She sighed, dropping her head back onto his shoulder, turning her aspect to nestle into his neck."I thought you'd left me,"she spoke low, her voice nearly swallowed into his skin. < /p >

< p >"I know,"he replied,"You were meant to."< /p >

< p > He smoothed his hand over her naked build, both soothing and exciting her with his soupcon. < /p >

< p >"I would love to get you to the point where I could entrust you like that,"he admitted."To go on a James Henry Leigh Hunt knowing you were….bound and helpless… ... totally dependant on my return……"he trailed off dreamily, his hands lingering gently over her breasts."It would enhance the interest for me immeasurably."< /p >

< p > Clarice shivered in his implements of war and Hannibal came back to himself. He gathered her in his weapons system and rose from the base, carrying her through the home and up the steps to their bedchamber. She expected him to set her on the bed and was surprised when he strode past it, into the master bathroom. Her eyes took in the flickering candlelight reflecting off the unobjectionable bloodless marble. He lowered her tenderly into a deep whirlpool bathroom, brimming and resplendent with mounds of fragrant, glistening bubbles. He knelt on the roofing tile beside the tub as she reclined into the H2O, her expression tranquil. < /p >

< p >"I'm going now, love life. I shall return for dinner in a few hours."< /p >

< p >"Hmmm….."she sighed, her head lolling to one side, cheek resting against the cool edge of the tub. < /p >

< p >"If you're thirsty before I arrive, I've left a snack for you on the island. You needn't wait up for me ; I may be rather late."He kissed the side of her head. < /p >

< p >"Hannibal,"she roused herself."Be careful."< /p >

< p >"Always, pet,"he placed his finger's breadth under her chin, tipping her side up to fit his kiss. < /p >

< p > Leaving her to loosen in her bathtub, Hannibal went in search of his prey. < /p >