... quickened as he came closer, and he yelled in ecstacy as hecame into her, mixing his fluids, with her juices and blood.
She opened her mouth and closed her eyes, but didn't make a sound as she felthim coming inside her, and also felt her orgasm reaching its destination.
Harry held her to him, as she silently sobbed to herself. He pulled out ofher, as she lay, humiliated, trying desperately hard to cover herself up. Shepulled her knees to her chest, and lay her head on them. She didn't wantPotter having the satifaction of knowing he had hurt her. She couldn't belivewhat just happen, or that she let it happen.
He stood up to admire his work, he looked at the panting, tired woman, whowas on the floor quite obviously crying to herself. He smirked as he quicklybegan to dress.
He left the women sitting on the floor, humiliated, scared, used, and weak.If she wasn't so shocked and humiliated, no doubt, she would have killed him,oh no, she would have done that long ago, but the utter humiliation, and shock, prevented her from doing so.
He then returned home, proud at first, and then feeling very guilty aboutwhat he had done. But most of all, how could he have done that to BellatrixLestrange? A woman he had hated from the very beg...