“I am not doing this to torment you,” Bellatrix told her softly. “I was angry with you and I was hurt. I am…sorry.” It was a tough thing for Bellatrix to say. “I think about you a lot, Narcissa. Alone. At night.” Leaning in again, she kissed her, parting Narcissa’s lips with her tongue.
As they kissed, she felt Narcissa’s body starting to respond. “It is a no-no spot to everyone but me, my lovely sister.” Reaching down, she toyed with the hem of her skirt. Wanting to be slow and gentle this time, if they were to go further, Bellatrix wanted Narcissa to see all the joy of what they were doing.
Holding her possessively with one arm, Bellatrix whispered against her sister’s lips, “You like me kissing you like this, don’t you? It’s nice and it makes you want me to do it more? Kissing you makes you excited?”