Betrayal At the Altar by Dolores Delia

Chapter 612

Rachel Grey raised her hand and pushed lightly, tilting her neck slightly upward. “David Jones, that’s enough…”

The little bit of strength she had was completely ineffective, and instead conveyed a sense of yielding.

David Jones coaxed her with his voice, “Good girl. Just one last time.”

Hearing this, Rachel could not help but sneer inwardly.

He had said the same thing so many times tonight.

Sure enough, a man’s words are only good as his actions!

In the end, Rachel was exhausted and fainted completely.

David gently kissed her forehead, his movements gentle and sincere, as if he wanted to

pour

all his gentleness into it.

He carefully lifted Rachel up as if she were made of glass, and walked steadily towards the bathroom.

The water temperature in the bathroom covered her exhausted body, causing her slightly furrowed brow to relax and a soft moan to escape her throat, “Mm…”

However, her usually cool voice was tinged with a hint of h*arseness, as if it had been ravaged by a violent storm.

David stirred the water and gently wiped her body, looking at the marks all over her body with a slight frown.

He knew that he had gone a little too far tonight.

He was never a rigid and conservative person. He knew what would happen if Rachel and Louis Smith were together for three years, and even wondered how far they had progressed before entering into marriage.

Therefore, David never held a grudge against Rachel for everything that had happened.

before.

But when he broke through that barrier, the shock and joy in his heart had already drowned. out his remaining rationality.

Especially when he saw Rachel’s passionate appearance, how could he maintain his sober rationality?

Everything started from instinct.

everything about her was

like a person who had been poisoned, wanting to

hair to one side of her shoulder, leaning down to kiss

early in the morning. The dappled sunlight seeped into the room through gaps in the curtains and stretched across the expensive wool carpet, eventually landing on the

eyes in a daze, David was no

seemingly reminding her of the passionate scene

bed. Every joint in her body was sore, and she

seemed to hurt

clothes s*attered all over the ground, Rachel could not help but curse silently in her heart. The man

to stand up with her weak and sore body but her legs gave in

more tiring than physical

waist ached as if she had been dragged for

a deep breath and stood up again

struggling to stand and quickly went over to support

him

much last night, plus David had been keeping her

she could not figure out why she was in such a sorry state after last night’s events, while David seemed completely

David felt a little guilty and touched his nose. “You

that!”

a slight smirk, his palm resting on her slender waist.

lie back down onto

over, the marks on

touched the marks on his skin, three neat scratch

glanced at the marks on his chest and sucked on her earlobe. “Scratched by the

fox.”

widened

She shouldn’t have asked!

she digging a hole

let me take

“What

really afraid

be precise, she was afraid of the beast in

last night. he seemed like he had gone mad, wanting nothing

of liimself, like she was watching a wild beast. Silently, he took out an

cheeks were flushed with a deep crimson hue, like a ripe tomato, as