Soft and slow was not something Bella knew how to do. She would have found such an experience exceedingly boring and unpleasurable. This, however, was everything she had wanted - it was fast-paced, hot, slick, and abusive.
Bellatrix's hands moved up his back and into his hair, and she fisted it between her fingers before she pulled his head back hard, exposing his throat and adam's apple. She dragged her tongue and teeth across it until her husband grabbed hold of her hands, pressing them against the bed.
"I always have," she groaned, even as she fought his grip that held her wrists so tightly. He shifted above her, changing his angle, and she let out a gasp as she continued to brutally ravage her body.
She couldn't move, and she was getting to the point where she simply didn't care. Bella just wanted to revel in the sensations overwhelming her body, and she arched her back towards him, her breathing ragged.