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,

had been poisoned, wanting to desperately obtain

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

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

in a daze,

ambiguous aura, seemingly reminding her of the passionate scene from

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

arm seemed to hurt

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

tried to stand up with her weak and sore body but her legs gave in and she fell back onto the

this be more tiring

ached as if

deep breath and

David saw Rachel struggling to

him resentfully.

last night, plus David had been

why she was in such a sorry state after

little guilty and touched his nose. “You

that!” Rachel scolded

on her slender waist. “Okay, I

Rachel lie back down

marks on

fingertips lightly touched the marks on his skin, three neat scratch marks.

and sucked on her earlobe. “Scratched by the

fox.”

widened in

She shouldn’t have asked!

she digging a

your clothes and let me take

mind immediately tensed up. “What do you want

really afraid of David

be precise, she was afraid of

last night. he seemed like he had gone

Silently, he took out an ointment from

a deep crimson hue, like a ripe tomato, as she s*atched the ointment from his hand and said, “I’ll do it