Hannibal hadn't had a woman in a long time. He was so engrossed in his "hobby" that he didn't leave time for relationships, he just didn't see the point in them. That is, until you came along. You came to Lecter as a psychiatrist for counseling. The man was very interested in your personality, your background and the difficulties you were facing. All this time he thought that he was in control of the situation and the development of your relationship depends on him, but he did not realize that he began to need you like a drug.

Standing next to his desk, you looked at the pictures he showed you - they were different pictures and landscapes of the countries he had traveled to. Hannibal was trying to convince you that there were good moments in life, that there was something to try and strive for. You weren't very enthusiastic about it, because all you could think about was his perfume, his tall figure, and the beautiful fingers you wanted to feel on your body. Lecter noticed the change in your demeanor, but remained silent, waiting to see what you would do about it.

Your hand instinctively reached for his chest and slowly made its way down to the waistband of his pants as he stood across from you. Sparks lit up in Hannibal's eyes, you gave him the green light. Driven by arousal and desperate need, the man picked you up by your hips and sat you down on the table, settling between your legs.

"Don't wake the beast in me if you can't handle it", - he whispered in your ear.