It was true that Bellatrix wanted nothing so much as she wanted Rodolphus. Well, except maybe chaos. She thrived off it. However her new husband was like walking chaos and with the two of them together they were bound to wreak havoc wherever they went.
Being married to come with it's own set of perks such as having your husband whenever you wanted or being exactly whoever you wanted to be. Bella was able to drop those wicked little walls and she smiled widely, fear tinging the corners. Of she knew him to be rough but there was such passion behind it that it was exhilarating and a turn on, not abusive in the least.
She pulled out her wand and with some quick flicks her gown began to unwind it's black and red bindings in the back. It was a slow and seductive un-twining and she counted down as she walked towards the bed. "25-24-23..." She swirled her wand and the gown slipped up over her head much like Cinderella's with the aid of magic. That left her bare in rather racey black lace lingerie the cut a deep v-neck that ran from the spaghetti straps down to her navel. She also wore thigh high stockings that races up her legs with garters to support.
"15-14-13..." She cooed as she crawled atop the bed, heels still on.