There was that moment when Rodolphus lost complete control of all coherent thought, and his thoughts swam in the aftermath of such an intense and needy release. For being in control for almost every minute of his life, these moments were few and far between.
But as he let his breathing and his thoughts return to reality, he rolled off his wife, realising that she was watching him. Her look was one that showed she was greatly pleased, and he offered her the same look in return.
"Indeed, my dear. You please me greatly at times like this." His hand trailed down over the sharp curve of her hip as he found his heartbeat settling down. "You've been a little... edgy for a while now. I thought perhaps your little sojourn with my brother and his mate would have sated some of that. I see I was wrong in that assessment." He rarely gave such a concession, but he was feeling rather pleased and smug with himself. Perhaps Bellatrix would not need to take the potions much longer, and he could have every one of his last heart's desires.