Dean obeyed of course, now subject to her whims and wants. Lust coursing throughout him, though tempered with other emotions as he sank into her. Contentment, trust, caring. Not love but he was approaching it in his feelings, his actions as he moved against her with a groan. He leaned his head down to pepper her skin with more kisses, and his hand came down between them to draw more gasps of pleasure from her.