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.

everything about her was magnified infinitely,

was like a person who had

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

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

daze, David was

seemingly reminding her of the passionate scene

bed. Every joint in her body was sore, and she couldn’t help but gasp

seemed

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

and sore body but her legs gave in and she fell back onto the

could this be more

as if she had been dragged

deep breath and stood up again with trembling

are you up?” When David saw Rachel struggling to stand and quickly went over to support

glanced at him resentfully.

David had been keeping her

could not figure out why she was in such a

David felt a little guilty and touched his

say that!” Rachel

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

back down onto the

the marks on his

happened?” Rachel’s fingertips lightly touched the marks on his skin, three neat scratch marks. “Were you scratched by a

and sucked

fox.”

widened

She shouldn’t have asked!

digging a hole

your clothes and let me take a

“What do you want to

afraid of

she was afraid of the

as if he didn’t care about worldly things, but last night. he seemed like he had gone

liimself, like she was watching a wild beast. Silently, he took out

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