Dean considered the girl; she was a tempest, lightning in a bottle – mood shifting like sand more than the tide most men attributed to women. And he found himself liking it. When she moved into the tub, straddling him, pressing those full, firm breasts against his broadly powerful chest, he simply relaxed. Not knowing what she was about to do, but sensing some twist before she was done.<br/><br/>When she sank back over his knees, the unearthly handsome man smirked wryly, reached out to encircle her waist with his sprawling hands, and guided her to turn around. “Show me your back,” he commented, voice like chocolate now. Put a vampire lord in the same room with Dean in that moment and they’d have been echoes of each other – he simply exuded confidence, command, and authority as if he’d been born to it. Instead of the accompanying arrogance, however, there was an almost gentle interplay, a softening that was – no doubt – part of the Knight downstairs.<br/><br/>Manhandling the girl until she was facing away, Dean pulled her back high enough on his muscular thighs that the tip of his maleness – not quite intimidatingly large but just shy of it – brushed across her ass cheeks, spreading warmth and smooth temptation. Lifting the brush from where she’d placed it, Dean extended his free hand and began petting, smoothing, soothing her hair, followed by slow, neigh erotic caresses with the brush. Parting, organizing, preparing the lovely young girl’s body to accept the weave of his nimble, dangerous fingers.<br/><br/>“I suspect that my Knight and myself,” Dean said as he worked, voice still filled with sonorous bass, “hunger for a mechanism to separate our bodies. We are linked, cannot travel far from one another. Anything to ease that is quite a balm. Freedom would be,” he paused, shuddering as if in raw pleasure, his need dipping, moving between Aza’s cheeks, teasing at intimacies…..and then back up, “amazing. Oh, the things I would do. The people I would conquer. Such delicious fun.”<br/>