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.

was magnified infinitely, shattering his once proud cool

had been poisoned, wanting to desperately

breath and brushed her long hair to one side of her shoulder, leaning down to

through gaps in the curtains and stretched across

Rachel opened her eyes in a daze, David was

aura, seemingly reminding her of the passionate scene from

out of bed. Every joint in her body was sore,

make matters worse, her arm seemed to hurt

all over the ground, Rachel could not help but curse silently in her heart. The man had said it was the last time, but it

but her legs gave in and she fell back onto

be more tiring than

ached as if she had been dragged for

breath and stood up

David saw Rachel struggling to stand and quickly went

him resentfully. “I’m

last night, plus David had been keeping

why she was in such a sorry

a little guilty

that!” Rachel

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

lie back

he leaned over, the marks on his

marks on his skin, three neat scratch marks. “Were you scratched by

the marks on his chest and sucked on her

fox.”

eyes widened

She shouldn’t have asked!

a hole for

clothes and let

mind immediately tensed up. “What do you

was really afraid of David

precise, she was afraid of the beast in

so aloof and noble, as if he didn’t care about worldly things, but last night. he seemed like he had gone

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

a ripe tomato, as she