Despite Rodolphus' ever frustrating patience, she could see the desire rising in his eyes, and it was matched only by her own. Bellatrix has always thought them a rather well complimented pair, and it was his power and his resistance to her charms that had allowed him to stay in such high graces. Everyone else had fallen before her strength, but he had risen to match it, and it was only this that made her remain as faithful to him as she was.
The pressure of his fingers digging into her hips elicited a groan from her throat, and she pressed her body down harder against his. Bellatrix smirked at his very satisfying responses, the taste of his blood on her tongue metallic and thick.
She let out a gasp of surprise and annoyance when he reversed their positions. Her protests were quickly silenced, however, at the touch of his mouth upon her, followed by the sharp piercing of his teeth. Her hands came to the back of his neck, her fingernails digging into the sensitive skin there and he brazenly pushed her legs apart.
Bella struggled against this obvious show of power, knowing in the back of her mind that it would be for naught. Besides, whatever it was he was going to do to her, she knew she would enjoy it.