Author's Notes: Written for Forum Birthday Challenge #12 on xoxLewrahxox's Bellatrix Lestrange: The Dark Lord's Most Faithful forum.
Write a drabble using overly flowery language
(So, if this seems… purple prose-y… don't blame me)
The Dark Lord clutched Bellatrix as he plunged in and out of her, the mere sensation of his fingertips, pale and cold as alabaster upon her feverish, silken skin, combined with the ever-rising pressure between her legs, sending a frisson, and then a wave of sheer ecstasy crashing over Bellatrix. She contracted gloriously tightly around him, breast heaving, her whole body trembling as wildly as a leaf barely clinging to the branch of a tree, and she allowed herself to be lost in pleasure so heavenly that she could scarcely believe it was real, pleasure that only the Dark Lord could bestow upon her.