Save Me

Chapter 29

"I'm angry,"

He shuts the door loudly and pushes me against the door. Even the way he pushes himself in me, the pressure of his lips in mine, and the way his hands are holding me make me realize how really furious he's.

His hand is in my hair pulling my head up painfully so that my lips meet his insistent mouth and we're kissing. He brings his hands in my cheeks and cups my face as his tongue pry its way to find mine. I feel the rage and tension he puts into our kisses and it nearly makes me lose my balance. I take hold of his upper arms to keep me steady as our tongues move together making that fire crackle under my skin. He touches the back of my knees and lifts me up. I wrap my legs around his waist and bring my hands in his blonde soft hair as my fingers run through it.

He holds me so tight against him that I can feel his breath quickening by any seconds. His chest moves up and down rapidly and I can hear my pulse as his lips touch and kiss mine all over again.

He goes further into the room and after a few seconds he places me in a desk, I think, so we're at the same height.

His fingers go through my hair and I shudder as goosebumps form in my arms. He brings me closer by placing his left arm behind my back as his other hand plays with my hair in a way that makes me want him so much.

Our lips lose contact for a second and a moan of disappointment at the loss of contact escapes my lips. It doesn't last long because after a second our lips are connected again filling me with desire and excitement. He rests his hands on my waist but this time he raises lightly my shirt so his fingers come into contact with my skin. He digs his fingers into my skin and forms small circles causing to moan several times as the known and yet unknown feeling resurfaces again taking control.

I lower my hands and touch his shoulders that are heating up as if a fire exists inside of him threatening to burn us both. I trace his hot body with my hands as they tinkle at the impact. I feel like we can burn each other only by a simple touch.

I lower my hands a little bit more as my finger touch lithy and softly his chest and then I pull back and gasp.

I look at him with widen eyes and see that he has taken off his shirt. His chest is free of cloths and my breath is knocked out of my lugs. The room feels even hotter than a few seconds ago and I'm sure I'm blushing.

"Corbyn" I whisper but it sounded more like a moan. Corbyn though pulls me to him again taking my mouth against his demanding one.

We're kissing again and this time I don't lower my hands. I bury them between his hair and tug it softly earning a moan from him.

When we stop kissing we're both breathless. We stare at each other's eyes without talking, trying to catch our breaths that we stole from each other.

"Did it work?" I whisper looking at those eyes that don't hold the same rage form before. A smirk appears on his lips and resting his forehead in mine, he speaks.

"What do you think?"

From the way he's smiling and his eyes are glowing, I know that it worked.

A small smile finds its way to my lips as well realizing that I calmed him down.

"So...every time you're furious...you'll come to me," I murmur and he hums in response.

More seconds pass and we stay like this. Our forehead touching, staring at each others' eyes as he was caressing my cheeks with his delicate touch.

Out of the blue, he laughs and I frown.

"What? Why are you laughing?"

"I freaked you out, didn't I?" he questions laughing and I immediately get what he's talking about.