That night as Lucius and Narcissa made love, they don’t know if it was fear, lust or the thrill of it all that was driving them. They writhed in pleasure as their bodies contorted over and around each other. They were clinging to hope, they were clawing at the possibilities, they were sucking away at the sensitive spots to lose all rational thought. Because they knew if they thought rationally, they would die. Their moans of pleasure were the euphoria that made them feel invincible. Together, they could do anything.   Narcissa was in control, she was always in control. She dominated him and even relented to him. It was not just the way she felt but the look in her eyes that turned Lucius on. He watched his wife command his attentions. She guided his face to her lower lips where his tongue strove to match her the pleasure she was giving him. She rode him as he guided his hands to her breasts. She bucked her hips to match his thrusts. And when she had finally had her fill, she let him twist and toss her as she kissed him and teased him with here looks and the tips of her fingers till he made her want more.