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Kiss Me, Hold Me, Taste Me, Fuck Me

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The box, creme white with a black ribbon tied around it, lies underneath some old drawings Hannibal had done at some point. Gently, a pair of hands reaches within and pulls it out from its hiding place to put on the desk in the soft sunlight streaming through a gap in the large curtains of the office.

Sea bluish-green eyes stare at it, followed by a hand lifting the lid carefully to place to one side. What lies within is a sight that surprises. Fingertips lightly brush the La Perla lace thongs, knickers, tights, and a blue ribbon.

Taking a deep breath and calming his heart rate, a conspiratorial smile slowly spreads across Will Graham's face. It was time to plan a date with.....the Chesapeake Ripper.