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Author's Note: Music is my muse, without her, I am nothing.
Desire: Chapter 1
Desire…that was an emotion set for lower beings.
Desire…that was an emotion for weaker souls.
Desire…that was something that one pushed aside in order to see the bigger picture.
Oh yes…Desire her he did….but he would never admit it to her, or himself. Though he was sure that she could sense something in the way he would gaze through her during the meetings, and though she never said anything, the desire was written all over her aristocratic face.
He could rarely keep his eyes off of her. Even in the privacy of his bed chambers he still refused to let his mind wander to her, but tonight the desire was more than he could take…he allowed his mind to wander to her…her breasts and the way they pressed against the lace of her corset, aching to be released…sucked…fucked…the blush that would run up her neck to her sharp cheeks, her plump lips…he ached to kiss them.
Though there were plenty of women he could bed, he did not desire them, he only desired one…
The way her hips moved when she would walk…the way that her cackle would echo through anything, any sound, and barrier. Her wand work was exquisite…he wondered if her hands were as good as her curses; precise, strong, always cast with such passion and reverence. He wondered if she would run her hands over his body, feeling every inch of it, if her long nails would pierce his skin, make him feel again.
He groaned…stroking his member as images of Bellatrix flitted in and out of his mind…her chest bare, skirt up to her hips, bent over her sister's ornate, mahogany table as he thrust himself inside of her, breaking her in half, her nails leaving deep crevices in the polished wood. Her breath echoing in short, harsh pants…she would moan his name…Oh yes she would! He would make her see who she really belonged to!
He stroked faster, the feel of her ass pushing back against him, meeting his thrust with equal vigor and injustice. He would grip her hair, yanking it back so the ivory of her neck was exposed to his lips. His lips opened in a breathless moan as he felt his climax leave his body. The shock of sensation forcing a whimper to echo quietly through the darkness of the room, he relaxed, his member placid and sated.
His eyes grew heavy as the euphoria began to shift to exhaustion. Perhaps…soon he would give her a lesson on desire….
TBC…