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.

was magnified infinitely, shattering his once proud

like a person who had

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

through gaps in the curtains and stretched across the expensive wool carpet, eventually landing on the

Rachel opened her eyes in a daze, David

air was filled with a faint ambiguous aura, seemingly reminding her

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

worse, her arm seemed

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

with her weak and sore body but her legs gave in and she fell back

be more tiring than

waist ached as if she had been dragged

and stood

When David saw Rachel struggling to

him

had been keeping her up all night, and now she was

not figure out why she was in such a sorry state after last night’s events, while David seemed

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

say that!” Rachel

his palm resting on her slender waist. “Okay, I won’t say

back down onto

marks

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

at the marks on his chest and sucked on her earlobe.

fox.”

eyes widened in

She shouldn’t have asked!

a hole for

and let me take a look,”

tensed up. “What do you want

was really afraid of David

be precise, she was afraid of the beast in

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

beast. Silently, he took out an ointment from his pocket and said, “Put this on.” He didn’t need to look to know where it should be

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