Save Me

Chapter 70

The moment his eyes fall in me; the scowl on his brow vanishes and he runs to me too. I fall in his arms crying and sobbing ceaselessly. His arms slide around me before he crushes me to him. I hear the thrumming of our hearts beating together; colliding with each other in utter need. His breath is rapid and shallow while I want his scent to reach the depths of me. His embrace is tighter than ever as if we're reassuring each other we're okay; the other is okay. His nose is hidden in my hair breathing me in. I grasp his shirt feeling the room spine defying the rules of physics and logic. I gasp as I lose my balance; afraid I will fall down on the hard ground. My angel though holds me and lifts me upon him. I'm wrapped around him, hands and legs as I bury my head in the crook of his neck.

"Corbyn," His name echoes like a prayer; as if he's my ultimate lifeline that will save me. He leans back after he sits down with me on his lap. He places a loose strand of my hair behind my ear; my skin tingles when it contacts his own. His forehead touches mine; his body is burning just like mine. I stare at him through my thick eyelashes; his eyes glued to mine. They are blazing me but his fire is different; welcoming. The rage and tension seem to fade away from them as tranquility creeps under and I feel his body relax under my own.

"Did he touch you?" My eyes are shut yet I can hear the anger of his tone. Cold runs down my spine when our eyes meet. I shake my head not having the strength to talk.

"Tell me," His voice is low though it carries tones of emotions.

"No...h-he didn't," I mutter. "He tried but he didn't manage to," His eyebrows furrow and his eyes widen as anger and shock dominate them.

"What is this?" His fingers trail my neck and my skin stings. His eyes scan my body thoroughly; his fingers pass above my skin and I wince at the pressure of his fingertips upon the bruises of my hand. He takes my hand in his and watches the marks Edward left on me during our fight. The anger hardens his endless blue ocean and stiffens his body with tension and alarm. When his eyes peer in mine; I gasp and I know he shouldn't repeat his words.

"He tried to touch me but I fought him over it. His hand seized my neck. That's the reason I lost my senses when you came. And these," I point at the bruises of my hands. "He grasped me a few times because I tried to..." My voice trails off as pins hammer against my brain. A throbbing pain crushes through me causing me to whimper. I bring my hands in my head praying for it to stop.

"What is it?" The worry and agony in his voice are evident making my heart melt.

"He hit my head against a few shelves. I have a terrible headache and some sudden pains." He curses under his breath until the inflamed ache fades away a bit.

"You almost killed him." His eyes fly to mine with nothing but rage in them.

"I had promised you that if tried something we wouldn't get out alive. I saw your lifeless body on the floor and that bastard was fucking half naked." He stops and I feel his chest rise and fall swiftly. "I would have killed him," His hand caresses my cheek wiping the tears away. "This time you weren't were to stop me," I lean into his hand locking my lids.

The first time he heard me; he stopped beating him. Although this time, I was lying next to him; unconscious. I was senseless when he was fighting Edwards right next to me; he almost killed him for me. My angel. A wave of relief and gratitude posses me making me squeeze him. Bring my body closer to his; feeling my angel all over my body.

"You came," I whisper as more tears of appreciation meet my cheeks. His arms hold me against him; our heads leaned in each other.

"I was late," He admits but I shake my head.

"no...you weren't." A sob escapes as my angel stares at me with an emotion I can't decipher. His blue eyes are fuzzy as if loath and love are colliding. My tears soften his soul as Edward's hits on me harden it at the same time. Tension and adrenaline are fighting my peace and calm that try to wash him over; it is my time to give him some peace.

"You are my angel you know that?" His expression is bewildered as if I'm entitled him with a title he isn't worthy of.

"No...I'm not," I shake my head and cupping his face with my hands; I stop him.

"You're, Corbyn," I whisper. "You have been since the moment you first walked in my room with that ridiculous arrogance of yours," A chuckle makes him smile briefly. His head falls to my shoulder and I snake my arms around his neck.

"I love you," My heart flutter and melts. I feel his angelic love melts every broken, hurt, and swollen part and cell of mine; all feel his peace. I try to answer though the sentiment of his lips on my skin halt me. He presses soft and delicate kisses over the scrapes of my neck; healing it. The previous violence is being replaced with fire and desire; they simply defeat every brutality and roughness I experienced. My eyes flutter closed allowing myself to only feel his kisses; the personification of his undying love for me.

His fire explodes in me makes me crouch in his embrace; my fingers travel through his tousled hair.