This is a short little thing, featuring one of my favorite pairings. Both POVs. I hope you enjoy it, though my first language is not English, so watch for errors. Please review, especially with criticism. Bellatrix/Voldemort.
Disclaimer: I'm not Rowling and I don't own the HP franchise. If I did I'd have a vacation house in Bermuda.
Loveless
She didn't love Him. No, she loved Rodolphus. Only for her husband did she harbor that warm, familiar feeling that made her heart beat a little faster every time she looked into his eyes. The feelings she had for her Lord were in a way much… higher. She worshipped Him, as if He was her god. No, He was her demon. Her demon in human form, her infallible leader, the only reason she woke up in the morning. When His cold arms wrapped around her waist she felt as if she were partaking in something divine. When His gaze met hers her heart stopped. When His long bony fingers wrapped around her neck she succumbed to the throes of loveless zeal. No, she wasn't cheating on her husband. Even suggesting a comparison between Him and a mere mortal was blasphemy.
He didn't love her. No, he loved himself and he loved power. She was his symbol of dominance. Through her silent and total submission he felt himself to be the ultimate ruler. He savoured the feeling of control that she gave him. He couldn't help a cold half smile each time she groveled at his feet, kissing the hem of his robes. Her blind faith in each and every one of his decisions made him feel almighty. He felt adrenaline pumping through his body each time he pinned her against the wall. He felt what was left of his cold heart throb when he choked her to the brink of consciousness. He succumbed to the throes of loveless empowerment when he entered her with unnecessary force. Her pitiful whimpers gave him chills. She was his most prized… commodity.