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

person who had

long hair to one side of

gaps in the curtains

Rachel opened her eyes in a daze, David

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

got out of bed. Every joint in

matters worse, her arm seemed to hurt more after last night’s

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

body but her legs gave in and she fell back onto the

more

waist ached as if she had been

took a deep breath and stood up again with

up?” When David saw Rachel struggling to stand and quickly went over

glanced at him

eat much last night, plus David had been keeping her up all night, and now she was

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.

say that!” Rachel

his palm resting on her slender waist. “Okay, I

helped Rachel lie back down

over, the marks on his

his skin, three neat scratch

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

fox.”

widened in

She shouldn’t have asked!

a hole for

off your clothes and let me take a

tensed up. “What do you

was really afraid of

afraid of the beast in

and noble, as if he didn’t care about worldly things, but last night. he seemed like he had gone mad, wanting nothing

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

flushed with a deep crimson hue, like a ripe tomato, as she s*atched the ointment from his hand and