For Bellatrix and Rodolphus, sex had always been about power and the contest that came with it. She discovered that, although she usually lost during these encounters, it was because he was the only person who she felt was worthy to give that up to. Outside of the bedroom, she still felt in charge, but in here, things were different. She enjoyed the pain that came from his careful abuse as much as she enjoyed dishing it out to those below her, and right now she was hot and lustful as he continued to ravage her skin and draw her blood.
He was marking her skin, that much was obvious, and she felt an instinctual urge to do the same as her nails continued to create scratches and puncture wounds along his neck and back.
Bellatrix mouth dropped open in a silent gasp of protest as he forcefully thrust inside her, but she was accepting him with as much force as she was rejecting him. She let out a hiss, clenching around him. "Then it is you who are at fault for providing me with such...obscene things," she breathed, her eyes flashing with fire. "Don't tell me you are disappointed. I don't think I'd believe you."
She claimed his lips with hers, breaking the skin of his bottom lip with her teeth and sucking on it hard.