Page 368 of The Donovan Dynasty


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She couldn’t…

With a scream, she came, harder than she ever had in her life.The force dislodged the vibrator, but she didn’t hear it hit the floor.

She shuddered, squeezing her hands together tighter as she fought to make the room stop spinning.

All the while, Nathan held her, said things she could hear but didn’t understand.

“I’ve got you,” he said.He helped her stand then turned her to face him.

“That was…” She wasn’t sure she had words.“Powerful.”

“It gets better.”He swiped strands of hair back from her face and tucked them behind her ears.

“Thank you.”This, too, was odd to her.He’d been the one to drive her to the edge, but he’d been there to catch her when she’d gone over.

“You okay?”

“Yeah.I think.”She noticed that her toes were curled under, a remnant from her climax.

“You’re much less feisty after orgasming.”He gave her a cocky grin that made her think of a movie star.

She tipped her head from side to side, working out the knots that had settled in her shoulders from holding her body tense for so long.

“On your back.”He nodded toward the bed.

Kelsey blinked at him.“What?”

“Want to make it fifteen?”

“No, Sir.Twelve is fine.”

He let her go, and she scrambled onto the mattress.

“Legs apart.”

Unbelievably, she felt even more exposed in this position.Apprehensive.

“Cup your right breast.”

She searched his face for any signs of teasing before remembering that he’d said that he didn’t joke about certain things.Her motions were a bit jerky as she complied.

Kelsey’s mouth dried when he returned to her holding the clothespins.

“Again, these aren’t my preference, but they’ll do for now.Unless you have some sort of plastic clips for laundry?”

A bit nervous, she shook her head.Her nipples were still tender from when he’d played with her earlier.

“How about some in the kitchen?”

God no.

“Which drawer?”he asked, obviously taking her silence as agreement.

He wouldn’t.They were really grabby and a bit scary.“They’re plain, small, for bags and such.”

“I asked which drawer.”

She sighed.“Bottom one.Next to the refrigerator.”