Roddy's aching prick decided his next move - it wanted inside Bella, very badly. He made sure that she was balanced properly against the wall. The way her legs clung to him, it was unlikely that either one was in imminent danger of falling. He removed her hand from him, fearful that if he waited too long, he would be too late. He guided himself into the middle of her wetness, and began to ease himself inside of her, his mouth claiming hers.
Once he was inside, he gave her a moment for her body to adjust, but his libido was demanding movement and movement it got as he began to pump inside of her.
Oh sweet Salazar, but she felt wonderful. He hadn't had anyone so tight and hot and downright delicious in a very long time. She made his head spin in ways he had never imagined. She was filling him as much as he filled her - tendrils of her wrapping themselves about every bit and piece of him in such a way that he would never be able to extricate himself without a great deal of difficulty - not that he wanted to mind you.
The harder he fucked her, the more he loved her, beginning a pattern of dominance, her over him, that would be continued for years to come.
Rodolphus Lestrange had just officially become pussywhipped for Bellatrix Black.