"You will," Derek assured her, between hungry, ardent kisses. When her long limbs wrapped around him he shifted his hands, accomodating her weight easily as he moved, wanting to get her against the nearest flat surface, whether that be vertical or horizontal.
They ended up against the wall, against the built-in bookcases as he continued to mouth against her skin. "You're mine," he murmured. "I'm not going to let you go. Not now."