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Delectable Deception - part 3
Despite your best efforts, you find yourself constantly thinking about Hannibal, longing for his touch.
The memory of his lips on yours continues to haunt your thoughts, making it increasingly difficult to maintain a professional distance during your sessions with him.
You try to focus on the therapy, but his piercing blue eyes seem to see right through you, igniting an uncontrollable desire within you both.
As you struggle to keep your emotions in check, the tension between you grows thicker by the day.
You’ve begun to notice that everyone else seems to sense there’s something going on between you and Hannibal - a palpable electricity that crackles whenever the two of you are together.
Your colleagues exchange knowing glances, their curiosity evident in their furtive whispers and sideways looks.
During a late-night session, Hannibal pulls you close, his hands roaming over your body.
You feel a sudden burst of heat as he leans in, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin on your neck.
The sensation sends shivers down your spine, and you can’t help but let out a soft moan of desire.
As Hannibal continues to touch you, the guilt you once felt begins to fade away, replaced by an overwhelming need for his touch.
You surrender yourself completely to the moment, allowing him to explore every inch of your body with his skilled hands and lips.
The intense pleasure that courses through your veins is like nothing you’ve ever experienced before - it’s all-consuming and utterly intoxicating.
The two of you fall into a passionate embrace, your clothes discarded in haste as the need for physical release becomes too powerful to ignore.
As Hannibal’s hands wander over your breasts and hips, your body arches towards his touch - craving more of the exquisite sensations he so effortlessly provides.
With slow, deliberate movements, he guides you onto the desk in your office, positioning himself between your legs as he kisses his way down your stomach.
The anticipation is almost unbearable, and you can’t help but moan out loud as his lips finally reach their destination - teasing and tormenting your clit with his tongue.
As he works his magic on your sensitive flesh, your legs tremble beneath him, the pleasure building within you like an unstoppable force.
Each flick of his tongue sends shockwaves through your body, causing you to grip the edge of the desk tightly as you approach the brink of orgasm.
“Hannibal,” you whisper his name, a mixture of pleasure and desperation in your voice.
“Please…
I need more…”
Without hesitation, he obliges - sliding two fingers deep inside your wet pussy while continuing to stimulate your clit with his tongue.
The combination is overwhelming, and you can feel the tension within you coiling tighter and tighter as you approach the edge of release.
As you finally reach your climax, a powerful wave of pleasure crashes through your body - sending shivers down every nerve ending as you cry out in ecstasy.
Hannibal continues to caress your body gently, letting the aftershocks of your orgasm wash over you before moving on to his own release.
He positions himself at your entrance and slowly slides inside, filling you completely with his hardened cock.
You feel a sense of primal satisfaction as he claims your body - possessing you in a way that leaves no doubt about the depth of emotions between you both.
As you move together in perfect harmony, lost in the thrill of passion and desire, you realize that there’s no going back from this point.
You are now irrevocably bound to Hannibal, your fates intertwined as one.
Each thrust drives you closer towards another orgasm, and it feels like nothing else matters but the pleasure you share in this moment.
In a haze of passion, you wake up in your office, the memory of last night’s encounter fresh in your mind.
The emotions that had been locked away for so long surge forward - guilt, confusion, and an undeniable sense of longing for Hannibal.
You know that something has to change; you can no longer continue down this path without confronting the truth about your relationship.
Determined to face the consequences head-on, you make your way towards Hannibal’s cell.
The anticipation is almost too much to bear as you approach his door - not knowing what to expect from him or yourself in this pivotal moment.
As he turns to face you, his intense gaze holds you captive, and for a brief moment, all your doubts seem to melt away.
But then reality sets back in, and you remember the reason behind your visit - to end things between you once and for all.
“Hannibal,” you begin hesitantly, “We can’t continue like this.”
He listens intently as you explain your feelings of guilt, confusion, and the need for clarity in your relationship.
His expression remains unreadable throughout your heartfelt speech, but there is an underlying intensity in his eyes that leaves you feeling exposed and vulnerable.
Finally, he speaks - his voice low and measured as he confesses his feelings for you.
The words are like a balm to your soul, washing away some of the guilt and uncertainty that had plagued you for so long.
But with each declaration of love, you feel more torn between what is right and the uncontrollable desire that burns between you both.
You leave Hannibal’s office with a heavy heart, your mind filled with thoughts of him.
“This is the end,” you tell yourself as you walk away, knowing that there can be no future for the two of you.
But deep down, a part of you continues to wonder if there might still be a chance - a possibility that somehow, someway, you could find happiness together despite all odds.
“YN, I can’t focus on my work when all I think about is you.” Hannibal speaks softly, leaning close to you as he whispers in your ear.
His breath caresses your skin, sending shivers down your spine.
You try to maintain your composure, but the urge to give in to temptation is almost overwhelming.
“Hannibal,” you say hesitantly, “We can’t continue like this.” Your voice wavers with uncertainty as you attempt to reinforce the boundaries between you both.
But deep down, you know that it’s a losing battle – the desire that burns within you is too strong to ignore.
His eyes lock onto yours, and in that moment, you feel exposed and vulnerable under his intense gaze.
“Why not?” he asks, his voice barely more than a whisper as he takes another step closer.
You can smell the musky scent of his cologne, and it drives you wild with longing.
“Because…
it’s wrong,” you manage to say through gritted teeth.
But even as the words leave your mouth, you know that they ring hollow – there is a part of you that revels in this forbidden connection, relishes the thrill of danger and passion that it brings.
Hannibal smiles – a slow, predatory smile that makes your knees weak.
“Wrong can be so right when it feels this good.” He reaches out to touch your face, his fingers trailing lightly over your cheekbone before sliding down your neck and resting on the curve of your breast.
You feel a jolt of electricity course through your body at his touch, and you know that resistance is futile.
In a moment of weakness, you allow yourself to be swept up in the passionate undertow, and before you know it, Hannibal has pulled you close, his lips capturing yours in a searing kiss.
Your bodies melt together as your hands roam over each other’s flesh, exploring every curve and contour with increasing urgency.
Your clothing falls away, discarded in the heat of passion, leaving nothing between you except desire and skin on skin contact.
Hannibal’s cock is hard against your stomach as he lifts you up effortlessly, carrying you to his desk where he lays you down gently.
You feel a thrill of excitement mixed with anticipation as he positions himself between your legs, his gaze locked on yours as he slowly slides inside.
The sensation of being filled by him is almost too much to bear, and you cry out in pleasure as every nerve ending in your body lights up with exquisite sensitivity.
Hannibal moves within you with a slow, measured rhythm, dragging each thrust out until it becomes an agonizing tease before finally plunging back in, eliciting a whimper from deep within your throat.
You wrap your legs around his waist, urging him on as the pleasure builds higher and higher, threatening to consume you completely.
Hannibal’s eyes are dark with lust and hunger, his focus solely on bringing you both to the brink of ecstasy.
“I need more,” you gasp, your fingers digging into his back as you arch your hips upwards to meet his every thrust.
“Fuck me harder.”
Hannibal complies, his movements becoming urgent and forceful as he pounds into you relentlessly.
The sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills the air, punctuated by your moans of pleasure and his growls of desire.
In that moment, nothing else exists – there is only this insatiable need to be consumed by each other completely.
As you feel yourself teetering on the edge of release, Hannibal slides a hand down between your legs, finding your clit with unerring precision.
He rubs it in tight circles as he continues to thrust, sending sparks of electricity shooting through your body.
You can’t hold back any longer – the pressure builds and builds until finally, you shatter into a million pieces, crying out Hannibal’s name as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you in an endless tidal wave of ecstasy.
Hannibal follows closely behind you, his cock pulsing within you as he releases with a guttural groan, his body shuddering with the force of his climax.
The two of you lie there, breathless and sated, your hearts pounding in unison as you bask in the afterglow.
But even as the pleasure fades, the guilt begins to creep back in – a nagging reminder that what you’ve just shared is forbidden and dangerous.
With a heavy heart, you know that this can never be more than a fleeting moment of passion.
Hannibal senses your withdrawal and gently pulls away from you, his eyes filled with regret as he speaks softly.
“I’m sorry…I shouldn’t have let it go this far.”
You nod silently in agreement, unable to find the words to express the complex mix of emotions swirling within you.
With a final look at each other, you both know that this is truly the end – there can be no future for the two of you.
As you walk away from Hannibal’s office, your heart aches with the decision you have to make.
But deep down, you know it’s the right one.
You shut the door behind you, leaving behind a part of yourself that will forever be entwined with him – a forbidden love that can never be fully realized.
“Goodbye, Hannibal.” You whisper, closing the door behind you and locking away your secret desires for good.