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Savage pushed past a wine red velvet curtain into his lover’s domicile. There was no light source save for the candles. It seemed to the Nightbrother like there must be hundreds of candles burning all around her dark extravagant home. Wax dripped everywhere and the smell of sweet beeswax filled his senses.

“Savage, love, is that you?” Ventress’s low sultry voice rang out from the other room. His heart stopped for a moment at the sound of his true love.

“Yes, I came at once. Is everything ok?” He walked towards the sound of her voice, careful to not knock any candles over with his giant frame still covered in armor. He entered the fresher and Ventress was submerged in a bubble bath drinking a glass of red wine. She took a sip and he watched her dark lipstick stain the edge of the glass. His head swam with thoughts of being where those lips were.

“Yes, darling. I just missed you is all. Where have you been all day?”

“I have been training with my brother. I still have much to learn in the ways of the Sith.” he knelt down to be near her, drinking in the sweet perfume of her and the bath. Steam misted up around her and sweat ran down her face and neck from the heat. The swirling of scents consumed the Nightbrother with desire for his Nightsister.

“Why do you worry about such things, Savage?” she caressed his face with a wet hand covered in bubbles. He leaned into her and brushed the side of her pale cheek with his own. He felt electrified by her touch in the best way possible. The steam of her bath warmed his already hot skin.

“I only wish to be good enough,” he paused and backed away to look into her ice-blue eyes, “for you.”

“Savage,” she cooed out, “I chose you for a reason. You are the best. You are more than good enough for me. And together,” she grabbed the back of his neck to pull his face into hers, kissing him fiercely before backing away for a moment, “we are unstoppable.”

She always knew just what to say to make him fall even harder for her. He felt the beast inside of him awaken with lust and he grabbed her small frame towards him and covered her mouth with his own. Tasting her was a bliss he never knew his entire life before her and he never could get his fill it seemed. She pulled away for a moment and tilted her head to the side and slyly asked him,

“Shall we take this to the bedroom?”

He was up and ready with a towel before she could even finish the question. She rose from the water, her figure soaking wet and gorgeous. Maker, he could attack her right here and now. Instead he enveloped her in a hug with the towel and picked her up bridal style. She gasped in surprise, but he just gruffed out a simple,