Her head bent low, posture submissive, and Bellatrix released the hold she had upon Hermione’s hair. Dark nails scratched against the back of her neck, loving and not gentle at all. Bellatrix smiled and licked a long line from Hermione’s collarbone to chin, her cheek, warm and wet and just another instance where she pressed her claim to Hermione’s soul. Rough, unstoppable. Teeth nipping, sinking in. A growl rumbling from her throat.