A Love Trap

Chapter 338 Never Mind About It

"Ellie, I'm so happy. You like me, too, don't you?" asked Francis.

Ellie nodded, looking at Francis' smiling face.

She didn't notice it, but her dress had slipped down her shoulder, revealing her beautiful glowing skin. Francis's eyes moved back and forth between her shoulder and her lips.

It took great effort for him to look away. With a husky voice, he said, "Ellie... Ellie..."

He leaned closer and hugged her, sweetly saying her name again and again, as if by doing so his desire would be lessened.

But the warmth coming from her body only made it more difficult. He moved back and stared at her red lips that he had once kissed.

And soon, without realizing who initiated what, they got intertwined in each other's bodies, like one organism in the darkness of the night.

The heat in the room had risen. Ellie's soft whimpers and the sound of her heavy breath filled the air.

The sounds tantalized and flushed Francis.

Outside the window, even the moon hid behind the clouds, as if it was too embarrassed to witness the scene.

Francis looked at Ellie with love. She was so lovely and adorable. The smile on his face never faded and the depth of her eyes was without end.

He'd never felt this comfortable and at peace before. Being with her made him immensely happy.

From time to time, he would look at her and start to giggle, like a teenage boy.

He couldn't believe it was really happening. He went ahead and pinched himself.

Ouch!

'It really hurts!

This isn't a dream!

Last night actually happened!

I'm really with Ellie!'

beautiful that he couldn't help leaning down to kiss

want to weird her out. But her touch was so warm and

it took him a while to

face glowing in the morning sunshine as she slept soundly,

he got out of bed, tucked her with the quilt, and headed to

for her, thinking she'd be hungry when she woke up.

laughing at Andrew when he was trying to learn cooking so he could cook

amazing to cook for a woman

forgotten in his pursuit was that he had no

making one omelet, he had almost

got out of bed, Ellie woke up. She watched him walking away, her expression

legs reminded her of what had happened the

face turned pale!

sex

she had gotten back from

really sad and had entered a wine store.

drinking could make one forget their

a dozen bottles of wine, went back home, sat on the floor

so drunk that she was barely conscious!

down beside her, and saying

didn't want

how had she ended up in bed

blurry part of her memory told her it was her who

exactly had happened when a loud crash drew her back to reality.

Francis had disappeared when she saw him head out of the room. But it turned

she put her feet onto the cold floor and tried to stand

out a cry of pain, then sat down

devoid

clean and fresh, then remembered Francis had helped her take

at the

pieces. It was difficult to tell

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