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 infinitely, shattering his once proud

person who had been

long hair to

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

Rachel opened her eyes in a daze, David

aura, seemingly reminding her of the passionate scene from the

out of bed. Every joint in her body was sore, and

seemed to hurt more after last night’s

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

body but her legs gave in and she fell back onto

more tiring than physical

waist ached as if

took a deep breath and stood

David saw Rachel struggling to stand and quickly went

glanced at him resentfully.

eat much last night, plus David had been keeping her

she was in such a sorry state after

resentful gaze, David felt a little guilty and touched

say that!” Rachel scolded

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

lie back down onto the

the marks on his

touched the marks on his skin, three neat scratch

on his chest and sucked on her

fox.”

widened

She shouldn’t have asked!

a

clothes and let

immediately tensed up. “What do you want to

afraid of

precise, she was afraid of the beast in hum that

and noble, as if he didn’t care about worldly things, but last night. he seemed like he had gone mad, wanting nothing more than pound her

out an ointment from his pocket and said, “Put this

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