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!'

face. She looked so beautiful that

had slept with a man, so he didn't want to weird

Ellie was hurting and asked him to stop, it took him a while to let go of

sunshine as she slept soundly,

her with the quilt, and headed to

wanted to make some breakfast for her, thinking she'd be hungry

to learn cooking so he could cook for Ashley. He now

for a woman

had forgotten in his pursuit was that he

end of making one omelet, he had almost blown up the

woke up.

pain she felt between her legs reminded her of what had happened the night before.

her face

sex with him!

eyes again, wondering how she had gotten back

that she was really sad and had

always said that drinking could make one forget

home, sat on the floor and started to

that she was barely

kneeling down

she didn't want

no idea how had she ended up in bed with him!

blurry part of her memory told her it was her who took the

had happened when a loud crash drew her back

saw him head out of the room. But it turned out he was still here and was doing

feet onto the cold floor and

a cry of pain, then sat

feeble, devoid of all strength.

and fresh, then remembered Francis had helped

kitchen, Francis stared at the broken dish

difficult to tell

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