Bellatrix smirked wildly as he nearly fell into her, and his hands were already at his robes. Good boy.
She waited ever so impatiently, watching him as he slowly worked at the clasps that held his clothing in place, and a look crossed over his face as he released her bonds. She let out a gasp of pain as his teeth bit hard into her shoulder, but without missing a beat, her hands came up to fist the fabric on either side of his chest, pulling hard. She heard a satisfied ripping sound as robes parted, and she gave him a rather devious smile.
Holding onto his arms, her leg still wrapped around his waist, she turned to throw him rather indelicately onto the bed. His exposed skin was now mostly free of the unsightly pox marks that they had both been covered with just a week ago, and as she crawled over him to straddle his waist, her fingernails raked down his chest, leaving thin red lines in their wake.
Bending forward, she licked at the blood that began to well there, her lips soon red with it.