desire OC X HANNIBAL LECTER

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Litai looked up at Hannibal, and he leaned closer, kissing her forehead gently, then her nose, and finally her delicious pink lips. He pulled away, wiping the tears from her face before kissing her again, this time more passionately. She hesitated for a moment but then returned the kiss.

Carefully, he picked up the tray and set it on the floor. Then, with deliberate slowness, he picked up Litai and placed her on the bed, pinning her small body beneath him.

"You are so beautiful, my darling," he murmured as he lowered himself to kiss her gently. He removed his shirt, then undressed her as well, his eyes devouring the sight of her naked body with a mixture of lust and obsessive love.

Taking her wrists in his hands, he pinned them above her head. "Do you trust me?" he asked softly. She nodded, albeit with a hint of uncertainty. He then took his belt and tied her delicate wrists to the bed. Her face showed a flicker of panic and fear, which he secretly relished, though he hid his enjoyment. "Do not worry; you will like it," he assured her, kissing down her neck and sucking on her skin. Litai breathed deeply, overwhelmed by the new experience of being completely immobilized.

One of his hands gripped her hips while the other played with her breasts, planting kisses and eliciting quiet moans of pleasure from her.

He then fully undressed and opened her legs wider, kissing Litai as he entered her. Without giving her much time to adjust, he began thrusting inside her. She arched her back, the initial pain transforming into heavenly pleasure.

Hannibal placed one hand beside her face and held her neck with the other, his thrusts becoming rougher. She closed her eyes, savoring the way he dominated her. Their moans synchronized, building a symphony of raw desire. As Litai neared her climax, he suddenly stopped, untying her arms. She looked at him, confused.

"Let's try something new, shall we?" he said, pulling himself out.

"Kneel down and bend forward," he instructed, guiding her movements. He entered her suddenly from behind, making her gasp and grasp the sheets beneath her from the unexpected pleasure.

"Are you all right, darling?" he asked as he began moving deeper inside her. She couldn't form words and merely hummed in response. He then thrust faster, grasping her hips and occasionally spanking her. She arched her back, feeling him more intensely. "Oh, fuck," Hannibal moaned as he gripped her hips, thrusting more aggressively.

"Come for me, darling," he commanded, thrusting faster. As if on cue, they both reached their climax. She cried out his name as she came, and he pushed once more, cumming inside her.

"Such a good girl," he praised, pulling out of her. Both of them were left breathless, tangled in a haze of exertion and satisfaction. Hannibal's victorious smirk lingered as he realized how completely he had ensnared her, fulfilling his dark desires.

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As the day wore on, Litai found her thoughts constantly returning to Hannibal and Will. Thoughts of their intertwined lives swirled in her mind, each moment with them leaving an indelible mark on her thoughts and emotions.

Unable to resist the pull any longer, Litai made up her mind. She needed to see Will, to talk to him face-to-face. She picked up the phone and dialed Jack Crawford's number, her voice steady but tinged with urgency as she requested to see Will.

"Jack," Litai began, her voice steady yet tinged with urgency, "I need to see Will. Is there any way I can speak with him today?"

The words hung in the air, a silent plea for permission to reach out to someone she cared about deeply. She hoped Jack would understand the gravity of her request, the unspoken complexities that bound them all together in this intricate web of investigations and personal connections

As she awaited Jack's response, Litai couldn't help but wonder how Will was coping with everything. Her mind replayed their recent encounters, each interaction revealing a layer of Will's character and vulnerability. Despite the uncertainties and dangers that surrounded them, Litai knew one thing for certain—she couldn't ignore the responsibility she felt towards him as a friend.

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As Litai walked through the cold, echoing corridors of the prison, unease settled in her gut like an unwelcome visitor. Each step toward Will's cell felt heavier than the last. What if visiting Will will only deepen her disappointment? She also couldn't shake the feeling of responsibility, blaming herself for Will's current plight behind bars.

Stopping at the end of the hall, Litai turned to her right where Will's cell awaited, "Will?" Her voice wavered, unsure if he even wanted to see her after everything that had transpired. "I thought I might give you a visit," she added, a sad smile tugging at her lips.

"Tai, I'm so glad you're here. I was afraid I'd never—" Will's voice, tinged with relief, reached her ears as he approached the bars that separated them. "I'm sorry, I don't even remember killing them" His voice faltered, sadness edging into his tone.

"Why did you turn yourself in, then, Will?" Litai asked, her confusion deepening.

"I vomited up the missing ear of one of the victims, and Hannibal suggested it was best if I surrendered to avoid more trouble," Will explained, the mention of Hannibal injecting a new layer of complexity into the situation.

"You spoke to Hannibal?" Litai questioned, her confusion now tinged with concern and a growing sense of unease.

"I called him. He was the first person I reached out to," Will admitted quietly, his gaze fixed somewhere beyond the cell bars. "He told me my condition was worsening. There were times I woke up in random places, not remembering how I got there."

Litai's brow furrowed with concern, her heart sinking at the gravity of Will's confession. "Will, you didn't have to go through this alone," she said softly, trying to grasp the weight of his struggles.

"He made me see things, Tai," Will continued, his voice wavering. "Things I couldn't explain. Memories that weren't mine but felt like they were. I had to find out the truth."

Litai nodded slowly, absorbing his words. "And now you're here," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I think I should go," Litai murmured, her voice tinged with uncertainty as she turned away from Will, leaving him standing there alone. Confusion clouded her mind.

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As Litai turned away and left, Will stood in his cell, feeling a mix of emotions—loneliness, confusion, and a growing sense of dread. Her departure left him pondering the tangled web of events that had led to this point.

Doubt gnawed at him as he replayed his interactions with Hannibal, questioning each moment, each word exchanged. Was his bad state truly his own doing, or was it part of a grander design, woven well by the very man who claimed to understand him like no other?