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

was like a person who had been poisoned, wanting to desperately obtain

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

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

Rachel opened her eyes in a daze, David was

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

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

arm seemed to hurt more after

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

sore body but

could this be more tiring

back and waist ached as if

and

saw Rachel struggling to stand and quickly went over to support

him resentfully.

been keeping

a sorry state

little guilty and

that!” Rachel

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

lie back down onto

the marks on his

touched the marks on his skin, three neat

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

fox.”

widened in

She shouldn’t have asked!

a hole for

clothes and let me take a look,”

tensed up. “What

afraid

was afraid of the

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

was watching a wild beast. Silently, he took out an ointment from his pocket and said, “Put this on.” He didn’t need

hue, like a ripe tomato, as she s*atched the ointment from his hand and