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

it was the first time she had slept with a man, so he didn't want to weird her out. But her touch was so warm and so sweet that he

him to stop, it took him a while to let go

her face glowing in the morning sunshine as she slept soundly,

he got out of bed, tucked her with

thinking she'd be hungry when she

so

for

had forgotten in his pursuit was

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

Francis got out of bed, Ellie woke up. She watched him walking

between her legs reminded her of what had happened the night

face

sex with

again, wondering how she had gotten back

remembered was that she was really sad and had

drinking could make one forget

back home, sat on the floor and started

that she was

in and kneeling down beside her, and saying

she didn't want to talk

had no idea how had she ended up in bed with

part of her memory told her it was her

recall what exactly had happened when a loud crash drew her back to

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

of bed but she over-estimated her physical condition. When she put her feet onto the cold floor and tried to stand up, her legs couldn't support her.

sat down on

feeble, devoid

was clean and fresh, then remembered Francis had

stared at the broken

was difficult to tell what it

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