Betrayal At the Altar by Dolores Delia

Betrayal At The Altar By Dolores Delia Chapter 92

Unexpectedly, David suddenly stretched out his arm and wrapped it around Rachel’s slender waist, firmly locking her in his arms.

The cold elegant fragrance instantly enveloped Rachel.

Rachel was caught off guard and directly fell into David’s arms. The two of them were pressed tightly against each other. Even through the thin material of the clothes, Rachel could still clearly feel the unusually hot temperature of David’s body.

Even David’s breathing was at a different temperature from before.

David’s hot breath sprayed on Rachel’s face, sweeping the hair at her temples, causing her fingertips to curl up slightly, and her ears unknowingly turned red.

A little shy, Rachel pushed at David’s chest. “I’ll get your medicine.”

“Don’t move.” David’s low and hoarse voice sounded above Rachel’s head.

The short sentence sounded like a command, but also like coaxing, which was irresistible.

Rachel stopped struggling and let David hug her like an obedient rag doll.

David sensed that Rachel in his

on her waist gradually relaxed a little. David rested his chin on Rachel’s shoulder. “Rae–Rae

rubbed his head against Rachel’s neck

by David’s hair and couldn’t help but shrink back. Rachel reached out

almost fell from David’s

pale in fear. She instinctively

hooked it around David’s neck,

you testing me by

hoarseness, like sand grinding in

wrapped me in your arms…” Rachel glared at David angrily and was about to get up and

Adam’s apple bobbed, and his tense jawline showed

body. In an instant, her face turned red, and she

Rachel asked

normal man.” David stared at Rachel with dark eyes. He reached out his fingertips and tucked the hair

well–defined fingers slid behind Rachel’s ear and caressed it teasingly.

took the chance to break free from his arms. Then, Rachel picked up the medicine on the table and said,