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.

her was magnified infinitely, shattering his once proud

who had been poisoned,

in mind, David took a deep breath and brushed her long hair to one side of her shoulder, leaning down

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

Rachel opened her eyes in a daze, David was no longer

air was filled with a faint ambiguous aura, seemingly reminding her of the passionate scene from

of bed. Every joint in her body was

worse, her arm seemed to hurt more after last night’s

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

sore body but her legs gave in

could this be more tiring

as if she had been dragged

and stood

Rachel struggling to stand and quickly went over

at him resentfully. “I’m

plus David had been

a sorry state after last night’s events, while David

little guilty and touched his nose.

say that!”

slight smirk, his palm resting on her slender waist.

back down

over, the marks on

happened?” Rachel’s fingertips lightly touched the marks on his skin, three neat scratch marks. “Were you scratched

the marks on his chest and sucked on her earlobe.

fox.”

eyes widened

She shouldn’t have asked!

she digging a hole for

let

tensed up. “What do you want

really afraid

be precise, she was afraid of the beast

he looked so aloof and noble, as if he didn’t care about worldly things, but last night. he seemed like he had gone mad, wanting nothing more than pound her into

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

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