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.

body temperature, everything about her was magnified infinitely,

a person who had been poisoned, wanting to desperately obtain

and brushed her long hair to one side of

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

in a daze, David was no longer

ambiguous aura, seemingly reminding her of the passionate scene from the

joint in her body was

seemed to

in her heart. The man had said

body but her legs gave in and she fell

could this be more tiring than physical

as if she had been dragged for

breath and stood up again with

up?” When David saw Rachel struggling to stand and quickly went

glanced at him resentfully. “I’m

eat much last night, plus David had been keeping her up

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

felt a little guilty and

say that!”

palm resting on her slender waist. “Okay, I

Rachel lie back down onto the

over, the marks

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

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

fox.”

widened

She shouldn’t have asked!

she digging a hole

and let me take a look,”

“What do

really afraid

be precise, she was afraid of the

but last night. he seemed

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

hue, like a ripe tomato, as she s*atched the