AN: So, here's the final chapter! This is very smutty so please don't read if you don't like it. Please enjoy and review!
Chapter 4
Rod reached towards the wall laying his hand flat against the stone. After a brief moment during which he took the opportunity to nibble at Bellatrix's neck, he ushered her up a narrow staircase. It opened out in their grand, gothic and rather dusty bedroom.
At the top of the stairs he moved his hand to the back of her neck his nails scraped her slightly as he crashed her mouth to his and they staggered backwards to haul each other in.
He shoved Bella roughly against a stone wall and his mouth trailed from her lips to her neck, placing tender kisses to her skin. His hands found and caressed breasts through the dark fabric of her clothes. His lips twisted into a smirk as he felt her heart-rate speeding. "La mia vita..." Rod murmured this against her skin before raking his teeth over it.
Bella, pressed against the wall, slipped the dress off her shoulders and allowed it to ripple on the ground so she was stood there in only black lace, her ribs showing a little too much to be as attractive as she had once been.
Rod chuckled after a few minutes and broke the passionate embrace, pulling her away from the wall and further into the room. He spun her around so she faced away from him. His fingers traced over her arms, provocatively light, almost tickling the sensitive skin inside her elbow. It felt as though her flesh was sizzling in the wake of his touch; tanatalised and electrified. Rodolphus gathered up her hair to lift the weight of curls from her neck and then let the ebony waterfall slip back through his fingers.
It took a few seconds before Rodolphus' fingers finally pulled her bra off her shoulders after unfastening it; he was out of practice with the fiddly work. He let it drop to their feet. He took in the sight and sucked in air in awe; "Still as beautiful as ever," his voice at her ear was husky with desire.
She watched his sharp eyes roam her body and revelled in her enjoyment being so free and so desired. She unbuttoned his shirt painfully slowly, her lips danced just a little too far away from him to kiss, before pulling him onto the oval shaped bed behind her. Bella lay on her back and let her arms rest above her head ready for him. She bit her lip anxiously and narrowed her intense gaze irresistibly to seal the deal.
His hands slid over the swell of her hips and his fingers skimmed up to her waist. Rod then roamed onto her breasts and used his thumb to slowly caress her nipples. His hand was warm against her body as he continued to lightly minister her skin.
He chuckled quietly which caused the muscles in his torso to coil and flex. Gripping her hip firmly as his thumb hooked under the fabric of her knickers, the other hand moved to join it and, with intoxicating slowness, he peeled the garment off off her body. He caressed her legs as his hands moved downward.
He was sure was meant to say something; something fantastically witty and cavalier. But with her before him, her lips invitingly parted, her hair in a wild cascade about her shoulders, all rational thought fled from him. He pulled off his remaining clothes before his hands cupped her face fiercely and his mouth captured hers in a devouring kiss.
Kneeling on the bed, Rodolphus pulled Bellatrix onto his lap and she straddled him while his lips and hands began to rove her body as though for the first time. He explored; stroked beneath the curve of her breast, traced the ridge of her spine, trailed his tongue over her collarbone, kissed her throat where her breath caught in excitement.
He could feel the heat between her thighs so agonisingly close to his own member and it took all the willpower he had not to take her immediately. Better to draw it out, he thought, to bask in this moment as long as they could. Then fulfilment would be all the sweeter.
As much as Bellatrix pained to have him inside her, she too held off. She allowed him to explore her as he wanted and was sure he was enjoying himself. That too would make it all the better when the time finally came. She dug her nails into his muscular shoulders and kissed up his neck to where a vein pulsed. She bit down and hoped to hear him hiss.
Rod clamped his teeth together attempting to hold the noise in but failed as his breath hitched and a hiss escaped through gritted teeth. He took his revenge for that, of course.
It couldn't last long, though; not with them and they both knew it. From other men Bellatrix would readily accept worship but from him she demanded a challenge. And Rodolphus was only too happy to live up to her expectations.
He grabbed her wrists and shoved her backwards, pinning her against the mattress. Hearing her laugh, that full, throaty laugh that always seemed to send electrified need shooting through his body, he fisted a hand in her hair and yanked her head back as his teeth skimmed downwards and closed around one of her nipples. Hearing her groan, but not protest, he smirked and ran his tongue in circles over it.
Rodolphus' hand snaked down between her legs and stroked first at her inner thighs then at the soft flesh where her legs met her pelvis. He wanted to make her whimper for him, wanted her to beg for him, but Rodolphus didn't let his fingers do anything more than graze over her intimate folds. Teasing her to the brink, his eyes gleamed as he continued his minestrations slowly with deft fingers.
Bellatrix knew exactly what he wanted her to do. It may have been years but he had not changed much at all. He wanted exactly the same thing as she and yet they would both have to work for it - until they were both completely satisfied. Instead of giving him a simple plead, Bella used her free hand to slip downward and stroke his fully erect member. She enclosed her hand around it and pulled just as much as necessary as drag a groan from him as she moaned in unison.
His groan turned into a low, lascivious chuckle that seemed to ripple straight through her.
"Oh, cara mia, my darling Bella... You never have had any patience..." His tongue drew a line between her breasts as one single finger dipped inside her to stroke between her nether lips with the comment "Ah, looks like I slipped..."
She allowed a snigger at this as she let slip an appreciative noise while gently dragging a nail up the length of his member. "How can somebody so aroused stay so calm and collected?" her breaths were already short as he stroked her steadily soaking intimate parts.
His breathing became more rapid, "You're not the first woman I've taken to bed... I've learnt many a trick on how to make these nights last as long as I want them to."
Rod pulled his hand back before pushing three fingers in at once. He grinned at the feeling of her body stretching in order to accommodate. "You're tight, Trixie. You really should loosen up a bit," he groaned.
Of course she was tight after 14 years of nothing inside her, she thought. She was practically a virgin again - a well experienced one at that. She knew Rodolphus was going to make this hell for her. Beautiful, sweet hell.
He kissed down her stomach and his uncut hair brushed her skin as he moved lower. He rubbed her swollen clit as he continued to kiss down her body.
Slowly withdrawing his hand, he kissed her clit and his tongue slowly ran over the folds as he twisted his head to push it into her with a slight groan.
She moaned and arched her back as he rubbed her nub. When his tongue and mouth began to work her nether regions she couldn't take any more. She needed him. She needed to hear him moan - hear herself scream.
"Please.." she whimpered weakly and immediately kicked herself for it. She hated sounding weak in these situations but she had waited far too long already.
He glanced up at her, removing his tongue, "Well since you asked so nicely." He moved to lay between her legs. Then, quick as a striking viper, he had both of her hands in his own and forced them back up above her head. "It wouldn't be right," he said, dipping his head to press a firm kiss to her neck, "to deny a lady when she has waited for what she wants and most certainly earned."
He gathered both of her wrists in one hand and held them down against the pillow while using the other hand to guide himself into her. Rod's libidinous groan matched her exalting sigh of relief. "Oh, god, yes," one of them murmured, or perhaps both, and Rodolphus began to pump in and out, his strokes slow and deep in her velvet warmth. He was delighting in her guttural moans which she couldn't help escaping.
Bella had forgotten how good it felt. Every molecule in her body burned with passion as he claimed her once again. She murmured incoherently and her hips bucked in response.
Rod's breaths quickened then a wide grin crossed his lips as he eyed his wife lustfully. The familiar rhythm built between them and he could feel her hips rising from the bed to meet his own. His grunts of exertion and pleasure melded with her fevered cries of joy.
He finally released her hands and lowered himself so that their chests pressed together. His teeth dug into her porcelain skin to tear it slightly and draw blood to mark her as his.
She drew her legs up and hooked them around his hips to allow him deeper. "Ride me," she heard him breath against her lips.
She breathed raggedly, her throat becoming dry as they ground against each other. Not passing up the opportunity, she sat up enough to shove him backwards and assume her favourite position; on top. She held his shoulders and began forcing her hips down on his throbbing member. Bella moved quick but made sure that each stroke of her hips was satisfactory to gain some control back.
Rod lay back watching her with dark, gleaming eyes and tilted his head back into the bed. Both his hands suddenly clamped down on her hips, pulled her all the way down against him then guided her into a rocking, back-and-forth, motion.
He knew her well - knew that every second more that passed she would feel certain she could stand no more ecstasy; that surely it had to explode now. And every second, Rodolphus managed to push her further towards the brink.
Oh, how he could do it right. No other man understood Bella but this one did. Each time he could sense her climax building he would slow and each time he felt he wasn't doing enough, he'd step it up.
Bellatrix rocked and as a glistening sweat began to appear around her hairline, she locked his gaze and smirked, "Having fun?"
"Since when did I not have fun with you?" he replied in a growl of a voice. He continued to move his body in perfect sync with hers while using the position of his hands to bury himself deeper in her. The muscles all over his torso were coiling and relaxing with each thrust he made. His eyes never left Bella's.
Her breath caught in her throat and she tipped her head in ecstasy. "Oh Merlin.. I'm so close.." she murmured.
"Oh are you Mrs Lestrange?" He chuckled gutturally with a voice that was seductive and dripping with lust behind the words. She moaned, unable to answer him.
He wanted to make her tip first before he lost control. He gritted his teeth as he continued to pump into her harder and faster with each precise movement.
She gripped on hard and he bit down on his lip as he held back determined to push her over the edge.
And then she did. Screaming out, Bellatrix arched her back as the euphoric sensations radiated through her entire body. "Rod!" she yelled, her voice echoing a little in the vast room.
Still reeling, light-headed from the force of orgasm, Rodolphus rolled Bella back over onto her back and hooked her legs over his arms to piston into her. Feeling her cling to him, clutching at his biceps with each thrust, he could hear the continuous moans. Rodolphus felt dizzyingly powerful, supremely masculine, the pair of them a god and goddess in sublime throes.
They intertwined completely, her legs insinuated with his, his arms snaked around her back to hold her as close as he could. He could sense her being driven towards a second peak as he felt her muscles starting to clench around him in desperation to feel that glory again. "Not yet," he growled to her, "With me."
How could she hold on? Bellatrix groaned and cried out but Rodolphus' thrusts, ever faster, ever harder, kept her right on her second brink, without tipping over for the second time.
She hated him for this. She was supposed to be dominant. She was the mistress and he was her servant. Bella clawed at his back and screamed at him to hurry.
He gripped her head with his hands placing kisses in her hair as Rodolphus felt his own climax building; an insistent pressure that drove his length forcefully into her. As the sensation spread, fiery through his hips, Rodolphus found himself gulping for air, barely able to pant out the words, "Fuck... oh, now, Bella!"
His ears were filled with her exhilarated cry which was both grateful and elated; feeling her fingernails claw into his back and neck so hard they managed to draw blood as her second orgasm rocked her.
Rodolphus groaned loudly as he released, encouraged by the rippling tension of Bellatrix's climax which gripped around him and coaxed him through the last lingering seconds of bliss. He had never felt better; they had never felt better.
Bellatrix could not even mutter a word. She was lost in an explosion of senselessness and yet she felt everything and anything. Her legs trembled as Rodolphus finished. She had waiting so long for this. She hadn't even realised how long.
Laying there, still shaking and whimpering slightly, Bellatrix tightened her hold on him still. If unable to tell him, she would show him. She never wanted to let him go. He would forever and always be hers.
"You enjoyed that then?" Somehow, Rodolphus found the strength to withdraw and roll off of her before collapsing with one arm thrown casually over his forehead.
He glanced to Bella who was still shaking with the aftershocks of such supreme pleasure as they both lay there quietly drawing in deep breaths and letting a warm languor spread over them. Rod wondered if anything else needed to be said, wondered if she could even think of anything to say to him.
Bella glanced to him and locked his gaze. She didn't speak, only gave him that infamous smirk to show that she had most definitely enjoyed their first night together since their imprisonment. She bit her lip and reached a hand out to lay on his chest.
He took her still trembling hand in his own and brought it to his lips to kiss it. "Je t'aime mia Bella," he whispered quietly to her.
"Je t'aime mon cher," she whispered in the same tone while tightening her hand in his.
"Tu es ma vie. Vous le sera toujours." He muttered this about how she was his life and how she always would be.
Bella nodded to show she understood him with a smirk and didn't allow herself to look away. It seemed surreal that they were there. At that moment they should have been alone in their separate Azkaban cells awaiting the day they would rot. Yet, they weren't. They were in heaven in comparison to that and Bellatrix didn't want that to change in any way.
Rod had always known the day would come; the day when they would finally break free and it had finally come. He thought over every day: how he would sit in his stone cold cell against the wall wondering what Bella was doing, whether she'd been thinking of him or of other men. He didn't care... He had his wife back in his arms and to him that was true bliss. Every day they'd been separated it felt like the hole in his heart doubled in size. The only thing that eased his burden was seeing her at the prision check. Every time he had seen her he had fallen in love with those dark eyes, that perfect body and her unique entirety all over again.
