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.

about her was magnified infinitely, shattering his once proud cool

a person who had been poisoned,

mind, David took a deep breath and brushed her long hair to one side of her

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

her eyes in a daze, David was no longer

air was filled with a faint ambiguous aura, seemingly reminding her of the passionate

bed. Every joint in her body was sore, and she couldn’t help but gasp

her arm seemed to hurt more

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

body but her legs gave in and she fell back onto

more tiring

if she had

breath and stood

saw Rachel struggling to stand and quickly

him resentfully. “I’m

had been keeping her up all night,

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

felt a little guilty and touched his nose. “You worked hard

that!”

palm resting on her slender

Rachel lie back down onto the

the marks

the marks on his skin, three neat scratch marks.

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

fox.”

widened

She shouldn’t have asked!

she digging a

let

immediately tensed up. “What

afraid

to be precise, she was afraid of the beast in hum

noble, as if he didn’t care about worldly things, but last night. he seemed like he had gone mad, wanting nothing more than pound her into

out an ointment from his pocket and said, “Put this on.” He didn’t need to look

a ripe tomato, as she s*atched the