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He knew he shouldn’t be here, knew he was going to one day pay the price for this addiction, but he couldn’t give it up. Her lips tastes of wine, bitter yet sweet. He was intoxicated from her kiss, feeling his control slipping away.

He still had time. He could be good and walk away. Simply turn around and never look back. It was what he told himself every time he came to her, and he never listened. Pushing her against the castle wall, the shadows conceal them as his hands move beneath her robes.

She’s whimpering as his fingers find her cunt, wet and slick with her need. Always for him, just for him. Her eyes followed him all day, at meals and in between classes, she watched and she waited. She needs him as much as he needs her. They are each other's addiction and have been for years.

Sirius thrusts into her, feeling her muscles expand around his length, his tongue sweeping into her mouth as he begins to move. Fingers grip his hair tightly, her hand squeezing his arm so tightly he knows he’ll bruise. Following suit, he roughly caresses her arse, his other hand kneading her breasts. There is no gentleness, no pretense of tenderness between them. They save gentle and sweet for their lovers. With Remus, he is playful and fun. Not with her. Never with her.

He enters her deeply, over and over, his mouth moving over her neck, biting and sucking the pale flesh. She makes no noise as she comes save for a soft growl, desperate and needy. When her teeth pierce his shoulder, he penetrates her fully, his seed spilling into her as he whispers, “Bellatrix.”