Only Mine

It was no slow dancing anymore. Rather swift and urgent. The violins played at their highest notes, and so did the trumpets or clarinets. The walls echoed in a storm of melodies, and matching them the heels clicked with equal zeal. I didn't know how many times I squashed his feet, nor I was in the state to count, for pure terror gnawed at my chest. 

He never complained, but he was no gentleman anymore either, as he manhandled me through the floor, twirling me under his arm, reclining me almost to the floor and yanking back to his arms, before spinning me round and round and round until my back hit a wall. 

It was until the dizziness subsided, did I notice that we were out in a deserted hallway. The proximity at which our bodies almost touched, heated my core. His heavy breathing fanned my face as he watched me with that intensity in those eyes that never failed to transform me into a puddle of wetness.