"I won't again," he murmured. He pressed another hungry kiss against her lips, then the corner of her mouth, her cheek, and feather light on each of her eyelids. He smiled, lips against her forehead for a moment, and murmured, "I'm yours, when you want me."

As if that hadn't always been the case.

He hitched her a bit higher against the wall, pressing one knee between hers, other hand wandering down to caress her side, her hip. Carefully, he found her lips again, nipping, then kissing deeply.