Mine

Her hands were splayed out on the wall, the cold stone under her fingertips keeping her focused - arms outstretched in front of her - and each swish through the air and the contacting hit against her skin would make her moan loudly. She twisted slightly as the leather sliced into the tender skin behind her knees, and she put her forehead on the wall in front of her, closing her eyes and concentrating on how good it made her feel.

Every whistle through the air made her entire body tingle, flame with desire, and when it struck her it was as if the sharp sting of the whip fanned that flame until it completely consumed her. Soon the whistling slowed, and she could hear his breathing coming heavier, and then suddenly he was next to her - on her, pressing himself against her naked body.

Lucius let his tongue snake out, along her neck, tasting her mingled sweat and blood, and he whispered in her ear,\"You\'re mine, Bellatrix.\"

His voice was smooth and cold, and she arched back into him, another small moan escaping her lips as she did so. His hand wrapped in her long black hair, the softness and smell of it almost intoxicating to him. The paleness of her skin against the ebony black contrast of her hair was beautiful, and he pushed her legs apart, tightening his grip in her hair until she cried out softly.

Her blood was warm and wet on his stomach, and Lucius pressed against her back, smiling darkly as another moan of mingled pain and pleasure escaped from her lips. He shifted her body a little more, and then with one swift movement thrust into her. He began to fuck her, hard and fast - his hand tight in her hair - his body pressing hers into the cold stone wall until she struggled for more breath to take into her lungs.

Lucius bent his head slightly, clamping his teeth in the delicate flesh of her neck, and bit into her, savoring the warm, salty taste of her blood in his mouth. \"Mine,\" he growled softly, and she moaned again, pushing back into his frantic thrusting as though he couldn\'t drive himself deep enough into her body.

One hand slipped forward, fingers twisting her nipples, his hand completely enveloping her soft, pliable breast. Bellatrix was torn between wanting to thrust forward into his hand, even as he twisted her nipple enough to make it bleed, and push back into his frantic fucking of her. Her breath was coming in loud gasps, mingling with his own heavy breathing, and it seemed as if the whole room was filled with the sounds they were making.

The other hand tightened in her hair so hard it completely pulled her head back into the bony ridges of his shoulder, and she moved violently underneath him as he continued to thrust himself into her again and again until she became lost in the sensation of him in her - on her - against her.

With a grunt Lucius released into her, as her own walls tightened around him, milking his cock completely dry. He leaned heavily against Bellatrix, and his hand slowly loosened in her hair, sliding down to grip her tightly on her side.

\"Mine,\" he said softly, and all she could do was nod.

Her forehead was against the wall once again, the cold stone attempting to cool the fire that raged inside of her. Lucius was still sheathed inside her, his mouth once again drinking from her neck - his mark, his brand. And she moaned softly, the sound startling in the sudden stillness which surrounded them, and she felt him begin to harden again inside of her.

\"Yours,\" she whispered huskily back, and then every coherent thought was gone again as he drank from her once more.