Page 251 of Chaos has a Name
With love, he began washing her hair, getting the debris out of it so she could feel better again.
When she turned, he welcomed her into his body so that he could give her all she needed.
Stability.
His mouth controlled the pace, and the whole time, her hands were wrapped around his waist, clinging to him. There was no doubt she needed this.
Because he did too.
It reminded him of all of the times they’d made love after a rough moment.
The tenderness called to both of them, and it always would.
He plumbed the depths of her mouth, pulling a moan from her lips, and the whole time, he kept pouring more of himself into her.
Little by little, he helped her heal.
He helped himself heal.
“Elizabeth,” he whispered, as the steam surrounded them.
She held on, praying she could get through this without breaking.
What he didn’t know was that she was so damn close. What she wanted was to pack up her kids and family.
And go home.
Normally, she wasn’t a quitter, but she just didn’t have it in her. She just didn’t have any more fuel to keep her going. Between watching Ethan fall apart, finding out that Wyler was dying, and now her close call, Elizabeth had little to share.
She.
Was.
Done.
If something didn’t give, or if she got blindsided one more time, she was not going to bounce back.
The whole world felt way too heavy for her shoulders, and today was her breaking point.
“I love you,” Chris whispered, leaving nips and bites on her neck so she was focused on him, and nothing else.
As he shared pleasure, she opened herself up for it, needing something, anything, to refill that emptiness inside her.
“I need you,” she whispered.
Oh, he could tell.
Chris had been blessed to spend so many years by her side, and he knew when she was struggling. You didn’t love a strong woman and not know when she was off balance.
You didn’t spend day in and day out watching her fight for her life, battle for the weak, and to balance the scales of justice without seeing the effect it had on her.
Chris was worried about his wife, and more than just her physical injuries.
This was more.
He was worried about her mental injuries.
With gentle hands, he tenderly spread soap across her flesh, cleaning her, but also giving her mind something different to focus on.
