Drabble #5: Manic Monday
"He tells me in his bedroom voice: 'C'mon honey, let's go make some noise'" – Bangles
He nibbled softly along her neck, at the junction where shoulder met neck, knowing that it was one of her weaknesses, one of the few spots that sent sensations cascading down her spine and heat pooling in her belly. Pushing her hair over her other shoulder, he watched the waterfall of ebony as he listened to her breathy sighs, silently wondering at how this woman had managed, bit by bit, to eke her way into his life, pushing and pulling at his mind and his heart until he'd had no choice but to fall in line.
No choice but love.