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His thoughts were a whisper in her mind, illicit thoughts that made her heart race and her nether regions throb. Her head was tossed back onto his shoulder as he held her from behind, his arms snaked around her waist pulling her as close as was possible. She never wanted it to end, the feeling of her Lord's long pale fingers pressed against her belly, his breath warm on her neck. Nothing could compare to the emotions welling up inside her, finally she would be his. Tears formed in her dark eyes, thoughts of devotion in her mind, how she would serve him.
'Bella, my dear Bella, tonight you will take your place beside me as one of my inner circle' his thoughts echoed in her head, a warm feeling of delight enveloping her body.
Her eyes fluttered closed, a tear slipping down her cheek as he pressed his wand against her forearm causing a heat to grow beneath her skin. She pushed her body against his lean physique and panted as he slipped his fingers lower to press against her in the most delicious of ways. The heat spread through her body, a fire that hurt so good.
His red eyes gleamed as she began to scream, his dark magic taking root inside her, she would be his for the rest of her days. Just as her screams reached a fever pitch he slipped two of his fingers inside her, causing her to convulse in his arms before passing out in his arms.
Bellatrix awoke hours later, alone in a cold bed. Feeling a slight sting on her left arm she turned it over to see her symbol of allegiance to Lord Voldemort. Yes, she would be his forever.