A/N: Bellatrix can't hide the lustful feelings she feels for her Lord, but she knows he's not a very caring man. So she is really surprised when he begins to reciprocate her feelings. RxR. FxF. I do not own Harry Potter.

Submission for:

The Seven Deadly Sins Competition: Lust

Hogwarts Casino 2014 Challenge/Competition: Roulette - write about Bellatrix and Voldemort

Represent That Character! Challenge II

Chapter 1 - Lust: Just One Taste

She was his most faithful servant, the one who had always believed in his cause and his return. She had waited in Azkaban, biding her time until he called for her. And he did, like her dark knight in shining armour and she was drawn once more to him, to his power and to his beliefs.

Were these feelings for him lust or love? Was there really a difference when it came to these things? It didn't matter. She didn't really care if there was. What she knew was she wanted him, she had to have him, but was unsure how to go about it.

He was not a caring man. He was cold and evil, smiting those who stood in his way without a second thought. He was rotten, slowly being eaten from the inside out. He was death in mortal form, forever striving to evade it though it chased him down constantly. But in the end, he was still a man, wasn't he? And all men had urges, primal urges towards women.

She shouldn't be having these types of feelings towards a man like him. And she was married too. But these urges just wouldn't go away. Instead, they intensified whenever she saw him, heard him talk and felt his presence in a room. She thought maybe if she actually got him, even once, then these feelings would go away. She could continue her life with her darling husband, who would remain oblivious to her lustful feelings. She would be fine afterwards, but she had a nagging feeling that it wouldn't be that easy.

Then one day, it happened. By chance, just two of them remained in the room. There had been carnage and bloodshed just minutes before, the bloody corpse carried out by two borrowed house-elves. He was grinning, positively reveling in the high only granted by the smell of a fresh kill. She too could feel within her core an excitement building with his, in a different yet similar way. Carnage turned her on as well, but his excitement was doing something more to her.

She strode purposefully towards him as he was slightly distracted by his glee. But then he stilled and turned to her with a look that froze her to the spot. There was a moment of silence, a gnawing feeling pressing at the base of her skull, and an odd look graced his features that she had never seen before.

She immediately dove to her knees, submissive to his word and ready to do whatever he asked. He grinned again and asked her to rise. "My dear, Bella. I had not known you felt such feelings for me," he said airily, almost disinterested.

Her breath caught as she realized her intentions had been discovered before she even acted upon them. But where she had anticipated retaliation or reprimand, nothing happened. She looked back at him, that odd look on his face, noticing a small lilt of the corner of his mouth. He chuckled and said, "Come here, my Bella."

She was at his side within two steps, awaiting his next orders. His proximity was driving her crazy, the raw power radiating off his body was causing a tightening within her, and she almost thought she would faint from just the being here.

Then he drew her close, their bodies melding together before he crashed his lips onto hers in a most rough and savage way. She gasped as she felt his tongue slip into her mouth quickly, prodding around before battling with her tongue. She couldn't help the moan that erupted from her throat.

He separated and stared down at her body. She knew all he saw was a woman, an object of flesh and bones and nothing else. And she found she didn't care. Her lust for him was finally being attended to in the best way possible.

He spoke calmly and clearly, though his eyes betrayed the rampant destruction he obviously wanted to do, "I am not a gentle man, Bella."

"I know, my Lord. Do your worst," she said, more confidently than she actually felt.

He grinned, the first time she had ever seen it reach his eyes, and then pulled her quickly out of the room and into his private chambers. Maybe she shouldn't have said 'worst'.