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Clarice woke up that morning with the smell of food filling her nostrils. She blinked a few times before she opened her eyes and noticed the food tray next to the bed. Her arm felt painless and the smell of the doctor was still all over the room. Hesitantly, slowly, she turned to face the other side of the bed, she found him lying there with a book in his hands.
“Good morning, Clarice.” he said quietly. The good doctor turned the page and dogeared it before closing the book and facing her with attentive maroon eyes.
“Good morning, Doctor.”
He gave her a small smile. “Hannibal, Clarice. I believe you’ve been through a lot already for us to drop the formalities”. He got up quickly and made his way around the bed, she hoped silently that he didn’t notice the way she trembled at the memory of the kiss he had stolen.
Worthy as a mate
“I believe you won’t feel like being helped to eat, but the offer stands,” he said in advance and she studied the food on the plate. Two plates made equal. What an intimate thought to have breakfast together. How domestic.
“Thank you,” she answered. Her eyes avoided his, and she felt the bite mark on her neck burning as she remembered the events of the night before.
A shiver ran through her body and she had to fight the terrified voice in her mind that noticed she hadn’t shivered out of fear.
“Why?” she asked at some point during their silent eating. “Why me?”
His maroon eyes raised to meet hers with intent. “Why not you?”
That caught her off guard, she watched him move towards her, sit right next to her on the bed. He moved his hand up to caress her face, the doctor watched as she bit her lip. He could smell fear and the faint scent of something else.
“You have no reason to be afraid of me, Clarice. I believe we had already established that long ago.” he pointed out and watched as she looked away and swallowed.
His hand moved to her neck, then to her chest before reaching for the outside of her arms.
“It’s not of you that I’m afraid of.” she whispered. Clarice closed her eyes as she felt his hand reach for her legs, caressing the outside of her tights. In her mind's eye she could see him grabbing her tights more forcefully, his weight over her body, the feel of his bare chest against hers, the sound of them together, the feel of him sliding in and out of her wet core.
Lecter saw her shiver and with a gentle move he had her legs parting, the smell of her arousal reaching his nostrils and defying his self control.
When his eyes met hers she knew he knew. The tiger was back, back and ready to claim her as his own tigress. She wouldn’t be surprised if he decided to bite her and mount her like his female on heat.
The thought of him pounding against her and the thought of her shuddering form under him should not have made her even more aroused, should not have made her want it even more.
“Can you, please, stop touching me like that?” she asked quietly avoiding his eyes, she tried to close her legs but he stopped her by putting his hands between them.
The motion caught her by surprise and she faced him. “Hannibal…”
“It bothers you,” he pointed out. “The single thought that I can arouse you bothers you. Because of who I am.” he got his body between her legs and made her lay on the pillows and bend her knees. “Tell me, Clarice, do you really want me to stop? Why should I?”
“Because... Because you’re turning me on.”
He smiled at her frankness.
“You say you don’t want that, but you won’t stop me.” his hand snaked to her pants pulling them down along with her panties just enough for him to touch her.
Clarice bit her lip and kept her eyes on his as he caressed her wet core.
“Trying to stop the tiger when you feel like the tigress herself, are we, Clarice? I never took you for a hypocrite, my dear.” he saw her wet her lips and swallow. “You’re wet, Clarice, and your nipples are tight. Your body seems to be responding quite well for me.”
He moved on the bed just enough to get her lower half completely naked.
“Tell me, Clarice, what scares you the most: the thought of me wanting to kill you or the thought of yourself wanting me to take just as much as I want to fuck you?”
“I don’t know, doctor. You tell me.”
He smiled lightly. “You don’t look scared.”
“There’s no point in fighting.”
“Are we giving up, my dear?”
“More like giving in… We both know this is not going to be a one time thing.”
His smile was wide and satisfied as he kissed her neck and bit her slightly, while his hands got rid of her blouse and bra. He wasted no time before taking her breast on his mouth, the sound of her gasping and whispering his name working as incentive.
He bit her nipple lightly before letting go of it and facing her while his fingers entered her slowly. “Does it make you wetter, my dear? Knowing all I’ve doing and being entirely aware that you wish to be fucked by the monster, not once or twice, but as much as your body can take?”
“Love the way you dirty talk me, doctor.” she smiled mischievously. “What's next? Spanking? Are you going to have me in your lap so you can slap my ass to redness every time I misbehave?”
“You should get this arm in a safe position, dear.” he warned, eyes on hers as he got rid of his pants and trousers.
“I’ll be fine.” she assured calmly. “Now, doctor, I’d very much like if you stopped sweet talking me and just fucked me already.”
“My pleasure, dear.”
She let out a long moan as he slipped inside her deeply and was very pleased to have him grunting in pleasure in return.
With her arm broken, they had to be careful, but Clarice was sure it wouldn’t take long until she found herself crying out and moaning because they wouldn’t stop mating like tigers in heat. And she couldn’t mind at all.