Narcissa had always drowned in the wake of her own inadequacies, never feeling good enough for what Bellatrix needed as the woman tried to shape her into something finally worth loving. Yet as her sister kissed her heated flesh in such passionate desperation, Narcissa began to realize that perhaps it wasn’t ever about making her good enough for Bellatrix, but tearing her down so that Bellatrix could finally feel worthy enough for her.
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