The Taming of the Raven
Rabastan was getting really really bored now. Not even Greyback had her talking, and that wouldn't do. What was the point of having him here if his presence didn't upset her?
He supposed it was time to change tactics. Who said that he could only inflict pain? Taking his wand out, he cast a spell in her direction. No pain at all, but pure pleasure, because in the end he wasn't interested in her virginity, but her pride, and this would make her burn, make her want to get off, worse than that, she'd need it.
He let the hex take hold as he took his own robe off. "Burn, doesn't it? Right between your legs, it burns so much that you want to rub yourself to the floor like a bitch in heat," he said as he walked to her, pulling her up from an arm and then rubbed his fingers between her legs. "Doesn't that feel much better, pretty one?"