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 body temperature, everything about her was magnified infinitely, shattering his

who had been poisoned, wanting

her long hair to one side of her shoulder, leaning down to kiss

was early in the morning. The dappled sunlight seeped into the room through gaps in the curtains

Rachel opened her eyes in a daze, David was

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

slowly got out of bed. Every joint in her body was sore, and she couldn’t help but gasp for

her arm seemed to hurt more after last

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

body but her legs gave in and she fell back onto

be more tiring than physical

and waist ached as if

breath and stood

saw Rachel struggling to stand and quickly went over to support

glanced at him resentfully.

last night, plus David had been keeping her up all

in such a sorry state after

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

that!” Rachel

smirk, his palm resting on

helped Rachel lie back

the marks on his neck

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

on his chest and sucked on her earlobe. “Scratched

fox.”

widened

She shouldn’t have asked!

she digging a hole for

let me take

tensed up. “What

afraid

precise, she was afraid of

last night. he seemed like he had gone mad,

of liimself, like she was watching a wild beast. Silently, he took out an ointment from his pocket and said, “Put this on.”

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