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

a person who had been

to one side of her shoulder,

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

Rachel opened her eyes in a daze, David

ambiguous aura, seemingly reminding her of the passionate scene

slowly got out of bed. Every joint in her body

matters worse, her arm seemed to hurt more after

clothes s*attered all over the ground, Rachel could not help but curse silently in her heart. The man had said

body but her legs

be more tiring than physical

as if she had been

breath and stood up again

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

him resentfully. “I’m

plus David had been keeping her up all night,

she could not figure out why she was in such a sorry state

resentful gaze, David felt a little guilty and touched his nose.

that!” Rachel

slight smirk, his palm resting on

Rachel lie back down onto

leaned over, the marks on his neck were

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

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

fox.”

widened in

She shouldn’t have asked!

digging a

off your clothes and let me take

up. “What

was really afraid

of

last night. he seemed like he had gone mad, wanting nothing more than pound her into

a wild beast. Silently, he took out an

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