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!'

so beautiful that he

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 couldn't

asked him to stop, it took him a while

as she

of bed, tucked her with the quilt, and headed

thinking she'd be hungry when she woke

so he could cook for Ashley. He now understood why

for a woman

his pursuit was

making one omelet, he had almost blown up the

bed, Ellie woke up.

reminded her of what had happened the night before.

face turned pale!

sex with him!

closed her eyes again, wondering how she had gotten back from L City

really sad and had entered a wine

always said that drinking could make

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

so drunk that she

and kneeling down beside her, and saying something

didn't want to talk then.

idea how had she ended

memory told her it was her

recall what exactly had happened when a loud crash drew her

she saw him head out of the room. But it turned out he was still

get out 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. She buckled and almost fell down. The pain was

a cry of pain, then sat

devoid of all

body was clean and fresh, then remembered Francis had helped her take a bath.

at the broken

over the pieces. It was difficult to tell what it was. Perhaps, a

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