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 cool

a person who had been poisoned, wanting to

hair to one side of her shoulder, leaning

dappled sunlight seeped into the room through gaps in the curtains

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

was filled with a faint ambiguous aura, seemingly

out of bed. Every joint in her body was sore, and she

worse, her arm seemed to hurt more after

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

her weak and sore body but her legs gave in and she fell back onto

this be more tiring than physical

back and waist ached as if she had been dragged for

deep breath and stood up again with

Rachel struggling to stand and

glanced at him resentfully. “I’m

had been keeping her up all

in such a sorry state after last night’s

guilty and touched his nose.

that!”

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

back down onto

the marks

fingertips lightly touched the marks on his skin, three neat scratch marks. “Were you scratched by a

chest and sucked on her earlobe. “Scratched by the

fox.”

eyes widened

She shouldn’t have asked!

digging a

off your clothes and let

tensed up. “What do you want to

afraid of

be precise, she was afraid of the beast

last night. he seemed like he had gone

watched her with 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.” He didn’t need to look to know where it should

as she s*atched the ointment from his hand and said, “I’ll