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 been poisoned, wanting to

hair to one side of her shoulder, leaning down

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

eyes in a daze, David was no longer

seemingly reminding her of the passionate

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

arm seemed

could not help but curse silently in her heart. The man

with her weak and sore body but her legs gave in and she

this be more tiring than physical

ached as if she had been dragged for

a deep breath and stood up

David saw Rachel struggling to stand and quickly went

glanced at him resentfully.

David had been keeping her up all night,

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

little guilty and touched his nose.

that!” Rachel scolded

slight smirk, his palm resting on her

helped Rachel lie back down onto

marks on his

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

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

fox.”

eyes widened in

She shouldn’t have asked!

digging a

your clothes and let

up. “What

afraid of

of the beast in hum that

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

a gaze that was wary of liimself, like she was watching a wild beast. Silently, he took out an ointment from his pocket and said, “Put this on.”

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