In that instant, he skillfully spun me around. He held me with his arms around my waist and forced me to move our bodies lightly from left to right. A very delicate, sweet step, although I was only aware that my back was against his chest, his pelvis against my ass, and his mouth against my ear. I felt strangely small, trapped in his arms, as if I could break with just a little more squeezing.
Ahead of us, I saw the inspired photographer with the camera at face level.
"Smile for the photo," Lucian ordered me with a smile.
The flash went off, blinding me for a moment. I thought he would turn me then to continue dancing, but in that same position he whispered against my ear with a voice so low that it sounded dangerous:
"I'll be delighted to spend the night with you, if after the party y
