He snarled, his teeth white in the darkness of their room. Porn Clarice’s eyes bulged in shock as his grip tightened, nearly cutting off her air supply. She gasped in relief, but he refused to allow her time to recover, his hands and mouth shifting immediately to her breasts. He bit down incrementally, his eyes boring into hers from inches above her face. She raised her eyes to his face to find Hannibal drawing his tongue across the smear of blood on his lower lip, eyes closed, rapturous. He never spoke during a hunt fuck; but she suddenly knew what he wanted. His was so severe; she was afraid he would actually bite the tiny bud off. She lay on her side, facing away from him, waiting for him to reach for her; she was not to appear eager. It was always the same when he returned from a hunt with his blood up, adrenaline racing;
