Betrayal At The Altar

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.

breath, her body temperature, everything about her was magnified

a person who had

brushed her long hair to one side of her shoulder,

room through gaps in the curtains and stretched across the expensive wool

opened her eyes in a daze, David was

with a faint ambiguous aura, seemingly reminding her of the

face and slowly got out of bed. Every joint in her

arm seemed to hurt

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

but her legs

could this be more tiring than physical

waist ached as if she had been dragged for

breath and stood

saw Rachel struggling to stand

him resentfully.

not eat much last night, plus David had been keeping her up

in such a

a little guilty and

say that!”

palm resting on her slender

lie back down onto the

leaned over, the marks on

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

glanced at the marks on his chest and sucked on her

fox.”

eyes widened in

She shouldn’t have asked!

she digging a hole for

let

immediately tensed up. “What do you

was really afraid of David

of the beast in hum that was

didn’t care about worldly things, but last night. he seemed like he had gone mad, wanting nothing more

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

like a ripe tomato, as she s*atched