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.

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

person who had been poisoned, wanting to desperately obtain

her long hair to

through gaps in the

her eyes in a daze, David was no longer in

filled with a faint ambiguous aura, seemingly reminding her

out of bed. Every joint in her body

seemed to hurt

curse silently in her heart. The man had said it was the last time, but it happened again and

her weak and sore body but

more tiring than

waist ached as if she had been dragged

took a deep breath and stood up again with

struggling to stand and quickly went over to support

at him resentfully.

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

why she was in such a sorry state after

little guilty and touched his nose. “You

say that!” Rachel scolded

resting on

back down onto the

over, the marks

skin, three neat scratch marks. “Were you

glanced at the marks on his chest and sucked on her earlobe. “Scratched

fox.”

eyes widened in

She shouldn’t have asked!

digging a hole

off your clothes and let me take a look,”

up. “What do you want

really afraid of

was afraid of the beast in

he looked so aloof and noble, as if he didn’t care about worldly things, but last night. he seemed like he had gone mad, wanting

took out an ointment from his pocket

hue, like a ripe tomato, as