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.

temperature, everything about her was magnified infinitely, shattering his once proud cool

who had

a deep breath and brushed her long hair to one side

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

daze, David was no

filled with a faint ambiguous aura, seemingly reminding her of the passionate scene from the night

flushed face and slowly got out of bed. Every joint in her body was sore, and

arm seemed to hurt

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

with her weak and sore body but her legs gave in and she

could this be more tiring than

if she had

a deep breath and stood up again

Rachel struggling to stand and quickly went over to

glanced at him resentfully. “I’m

not eat much last night, plus David had been keeping her

she was in such a sorry state after last night’s

little guilty and touched his nose. “You worked

say that!” Rachel

slight smirk, his palm resting on her slender waist. “Okay, I won’t say

helped Rachel lie back down onto the

the marks on his neck

on his skin, three

at the marks on his chest and sucked on her earlobe.

fox.”

eyes widened in

She shouldn’t have asked!

she digging a hole for

your clothes and let me take a

mind immediately tensed up. “What do you

afraid

precise, she was afraid of the beast in hum that was

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

beast. Silently, he took out an ointment from his pocket and said, “Put this on.” He

tomato, as she s*atched the ointment from his hand and said, “I’ll