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 once

a person who had been poisoned, wanting to desperately

hair to one side of her shoulder, leaning

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

a daze, David was no longer

faint ambiguous aura, seemingly reminding her of the passionate scene

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

arm seemed

in her heart. The man had said it was the last time,

but her legs

could this be more tiring than physical

ached as if she had been

a deep breath and stood up again

David saw Rachel struggling to

him resentfully.

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

why she was in such a sorry

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

that!”

smirk, his palm resting on her slender

Rachel lie back

he leaned over, the marks on

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

the marks on his chest and sucked on her earlobe.

fox.”

eyes widened

She shouldn’t have asked!

she digging a hole for

your clothes and let me take a look,” David

tensed up. “What do you

really afraid of David

to be precise, she was afraid of the

but last night. he seemed like he had gone mad, wanting nothing

a wild beast. Silently, he took out an ointment from his pocket and said, “Put

ripe tomato, as she s*atched the ointment