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.

her was magnified

a person who had been poisoned, wanting to desperately obtain

to one side of her shoulder, leaning down to kiss

sunlight seeped into the room through gaps in the curtains and stretched across the

daze, David was no longer

ambiguous aura, seemingly reminding her

her flushed face and slowly got out of bed. Every joint

her arm seemed to hurt

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

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

could this be more tiring than

and waist ached as if she had

a deep breath and stood

to stand and quickly went over to support

him

been keeping her up all

such a sorry state after

David felt a little guilty and

say that!” Rachel

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

back down

the marks on his neck

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

the marks on his chest and sucked on her earlobe.

fox.”

eyes widened in

She shouldn’t have asked!

digging a hole for

clothes and let me take a look,” David

mind immediately tensed up. “What do you want

was really afraid of

was afraid of the beast in hum that was

about worldly things, but last night. he seemed

a gaze that was wary of liimself, like she was watching a wild beast. Silently, he took out an ointment from his pocket and said, “Put this on.” He didn’t need to look to know

flushed with a deep crimson hue, like a ripe tomato, as she s*atched the