Draco swears and shoves her hair aside, one hand holding her down between her shoulders, one hand wrapping around her neck. He presses on her throat, silencing her howl of pain, and bites at her nape. He scrapes teeth across her pale skin until he's dug a track into her hairline and she's gone still beneath him. Her pulse flutters madly against his fingertips and when she swallows, he can feel her throat moving against his palm. Draco sits up on his knees, straddling her hips. He's sure it would feel good, so good, to squeeze the breath from her until she's limp and vacant, but they both know where this is going and he wants her awake for it. Bella turns her head and watches him from the corner of her eye and he can see the purple span of his fingers on her throat. She smiles, flicks her tongue out to moisten the blood drying on her lip, and pulls his hand to her mouth. She kisses his fingers, bites at his knuckles, scrapes her teeth across the tendons in the back of his hand. She pushes two of his fingers into her mouth and her eyes stay on his face as she sucks on them, her hips undulating beneath him.
Draco groans, his head falling back, and Bella sucks on his fingers until her teeth are sinking into his skin. He jerks his hand free and rises up on his knees. Bella rolls under him and stretches, back arching, breasts swaying, her hair in wild tangles around her bruised throat. Draco strips off his robes and rips her skirts to her waist, movements ragged and trembling. The stones abrade his knees as he drops between her thighs, head falling between her breasts to bite and scrape at the blue-veined skin. Bella reaches between them, wraps her long fingers around his cock, pumps her fist up his length, rubs her thumb over the ridge. Draco groans again, lids fluttering, eyes rolling, and he shouts when she scrapes her nails along the underside. It's not too late, he thinks, he's still got a chance to stop this, then Bella plants her feet and lifts her hips, and it's much too late.
She guides him in and she's hot and wet, and her body grips him tight. Draco pushes to his elbows and grinds into her, face twisted up in ecstasy. He should be horrified, he should be disgusted, he should be curled on the floor in sick shame, but if this is a sickness, it's in his blood. It's in their blood, rushing through him, it's pounding at his ears and burning through his veins. Bella's hot and writhing beneath him, torn lips red, bruised throat purple, wild eyes thunder grey with lightning gleams. He shifts his weight and grabs her broken wrist, forearm to forearm, Mark to Mark.
Blood to blood.
Bella blows him a kiss and purrs and Draco picks up speed, slamming into her. She howls and she laughs and he bites at her heart, tears at the flesh while she fists his hair until his eyes water. Her laughs become moans become screams and she's convulsing under him, her body clutching him in violent spasms. She shrieks, heels drumming the stones, and her throat distends as she cries out. Minuo!
The gashes on his cheeks tear open, the breaks in her lips split apart, and they bleed as they fuck. He drives into her, fire in his veins, and he collapses, naked and breathless. Bella wraps her arms around his shoulders, wraps her legs around his hips. Sweat and tears and blood and come as she brushes his hair back while he gasps. That's it, she murmurs, and digs her nails into his spine. Well done, Draco.
Re: Bellatrix/Draco - Could you live with this? 2/2
Draco groans, his head falling back, and Bella sucks on his fingers until her teeth are sinking into his skin. He jerks his hand free and rises up on his knees. Bella rolls under him and stretches, back arching, breasts swaying, her hair in wild tangles around her bruised throat. Draco strips off his robes and rips her skirts to her waist, movements ragged and trembling. The stones abrade his knees as he drops between her thighs, head falling between her breasts to bite and scrape at the blue-veined skin. Bella reaches between them, wraps her long fingers around his cock, pumps her fist up his length, rubs her thumb over the ridge. Draco groans again, lids fluttering, eyes rolling, and he shouts when she scrapes her nails along the underside. It's not too late, he thinks, he's still got a chance to stop this, then Bella plants her feet and lifts her hips, and it's much too late.
She guides him in and she's hot and wet, and her body grips him tight. Draco pushes to his elbows and grinds into her, face twisted up in ecstasy. He should be horrified, he should be disgusted, he should be curled on the floor in sick shame, but if this is a sickness, it's in his blood. It's in their blood, rushing through him, it's pounding at his ears and burning through his veins. Bella's hot and writhing beneath him, torn lips red, bruised throat purple, wild eyes thunder grey with lightning gleams. He shifts his weight and grabs her broken wrist, forearm to forearm, Mark to Mark.
Blood to blood.
Bella blows him a kiss and purrs and Draco picks up speed, slamming into her. She howls and she laughs and he bites at her heart, tears at the flesh while she fists his hair until his eyes water. Her laughs become moans become screams and she's convulsing under him, her body clutching him in violent spasms. She shrieks, heels drumming the stones, and her throat distends as she cries out. Minuo!
The gashes on his cheeks tear open, the breaks in her lips split apart, and they bleed as they fuck. He drives into her, fire in his veins, and he collapses, naked and breathless. Bella wraps her arms around his shoulders, wraps her legs around his hips. Sweat and tears and blood and come as she brushes his hair back while he gasps. That's it, she murmurs, and digs her nails into his spine. Well done, Draco.