desire OC X HANNIBAL LECTER

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Litai stood in her kitchen, contemplating dinner options, when the phone rang, interrupting her thoughts.

"Hello, Hannibal," she greeted him as she saw his name on the caller ID.

"Hello, Litai. Please come to my place; I would like to prepare a dinner for you as my apology for accusing Will," Hannibal said smoothly, masking any trace of insincerity. He simply wanted her close to him, though Litai remained oblivious to his true intentions.

"Fine, I will be there in an hour," Litai replied, hanging up the phone. Despite her frustration and the urge to cancel, something within her compelled her to forgive him already.

An hour later, Litai stood at Hannibal's doorstep, knocking lightly.

"Perfect timing, as always," Hannibal greeted her, opening the door and taking her coat. Litai had chosen black formal pants and a dark red top, an ensemble that accentuated her features perfectly—a sight Hannibal found delectable.

He guided her to the elegantly set table and pulled out her chair before disappearing momentarily to fetch the dish he had prepared.

"Today's dinner is called Amuse-Bouche. It's a 'Loin' served with a Cumberland sauce of red fruits. Bon appétit," Hannibal announced upon returning with the plate, presenting the dish with his usual flair.

Litai couldn't help but be impressed by the presentation. "It looks amazing, Hannibal. Thank you," she said sincerely, taking in the exquisite aroma and visual appeal of the meal.

Throughout the dinner, they mostly ate in silence, punctuated occasionally by a question or comment from one of them. Litai found herself drawn into conversation with Hannibal, his intellectual depth and charm making for engaging discussion. Hannibal, on the other hand, savoured  her presence, relishing in the opportunity to engage with her on a personal level.

As they dined, the ambiance of Hannibal's home, combined with the flavours  of the meal, created a subtle but undeniable intimacy between them. Each bite seemed to deepen the connection, though Litai remained unaware of Hannibal's ulterior motives, enjoying the evening as a moment of respite from her usual routine.

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They now sat on the couch next to each other, talking about life, the cozy ambiance and soft glow of the dim lights setting a relaxed atmosphere.

"Did you ever date somebody?" Hannibal asked suddenly, catching Litai by surprise.

"I did one time, but it was nothing special. I think I will die alone," she said, shrugging her shoulders. Hannibal smirked inwardly at her naivety, knowing the plans he had in store for her.

"Are you scared of death?" he asked, the question seeming to come out of nowhere but driven by his own curiosity and a desire to probe her psyche.

"I mean, even if I tried running away from death, it will always catch me in the end. Sometimes when I think about it, I am scared of it, and sometimes it brings me comfort," she said, lost in thought.

"I've always found the idea of death comforting. The thought that my life could end at any moment frees me to fully appreciate the beauty, art, and horror of everything this world has to offer," he said, offering her a contemplative smile.

"That is so pretty when you say it like this," she replied, smiling and looking down at her hands. "I guess we can only learn so much and live," she added, looking up at him.

Hannibal placed his glass of wine on the glass table and leaned closer to Litai. "I agree with you," he said, a playful smirk teasing his lips. His proximity and the intoxicating scent of his cologne made it hard for her to focus on anything else. She found herself wanting to bury her face in his neck, to lose herself in his presence.

"What are you looking at, darling?" he asked, his voice smooth and velvety as he leaned even closer. She blushed, realizing she'd been staring at him for a long time.

She leaned in too, their lips almost touching. The proximity was electrifying, each of them waiting for the other to make the first move. It was Hannibal who finally broke the tension, capturing her lips in a rough, passionate kiss. The intensity of it took Litai by surprise, but she liked it.

She ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer as he lowered himself onto her, pressing his hardness against her. She moaned at the sensation, her body reacting to the closeness. They continued kissing fervently, Hannibal's hands exploring her body. One hand braced next to her face while the other roamed, squeezing her breast, trailing down her belly, and caressing her inner thigh.

The sensation drove her crazy, and Hannibal could see the eagerness in her eyes. He knew she wanted more, and he intended to give it to her. "Be patient, sweetheart," he murmured, slipping his hand under her pants, feeling the fabric of her panties. He began rubbing her clit over the material, eliciting a moan from her lips that he swallowed with another deep kiss. He loved teasing her, reveling in the control and the pleasure he was eliciting from her.

As Hannibal felt her growing wetter, he slid his hand beneath her panties and thrust two fingers into her. Litai moaned loudly, throwing her head back in pleasure as he began thrusting in and out, watching her drown in ecstasy. Her moans were a symphony to his ears.

"Please, I need you," she moaned out, and Hannibal could swear he had just heard an angel. "What did you say, my darling?" he teased, pulling his fingers out of her and licking them provocatively.

"I need you in me," she repeated, moving her hips against his, desperate for him.

"Something is missing," he purred into her ear.

"Please, Hannibal, I beg you," she said, her need driving her crazy.

He sat up, keeping her trapped between his legs. He took off his blouse, and she followed suit, undressing herself. She threw away her top and bra, revealing her naked chest, which drove Hannibal wild. He wished to show her everything he could do to her but knew it was still too soon. Instead, he lowered himself and started sucking on her nipple while massaging the other with his hand.

Litai moaned at the pleasure he gave her. He then stopped, got back on top of her, and kissed her neck, marking her as his. As he kissed her again, he pulled down her pants and underwear, thrusting his fingers inside her once more.

When Litai felt close to climaxing, he pulled out his fingers, unzipped his pants, and freed himself. He placed one hand next to her head and used the other to position himself at her entrance. He looked up, ensuring she was okay, and when she nodded, he slowly entered her.

They moaned in unison as he pushed himself fully into her, stopping to let her adjust to his size. But she couldn't wait anymore and thrust her hips up towards him, taking him deeper. He took this as a sign and began to move.

He moved slowly, waiting for her to beg him to go faster, to make her climax. It didn't take long. "Faster, please, fuck me faster," she whispered between moans.

"I love it when you beg, darling," he said, thrusting harder, making her back arch in pleasure. He began moving faster, kissing her neck as he thrust into her harder, making her cry out his name.

The only thing on her mind was how full she felt with him inside her. He was divine, everything about him was.

As her orgasm neared its peak, almost as if he could feel it too, he reached down and brushed his fingers against her clit.

Suddenly, the pleasure snapped, and her back arched once again as she came to an orgasm. He thrust three more times and then came inside her, moaning her name. He stayed inside her for a while, not wanting to let go of the feeling. Eventually, he pulled out and put his pants back on.

"We should take a shower, shouldn't we?" he asked her with a smile. Finally, she was his. He had marked her, fucked her, and made her his.