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 couldn't help leaning down to

a man, so he didn't want to weird her out. But her touch was so warm and so sweet that he couldn't

to stop, it took him a while to let

at her face glowing in the morning sunshine as she slept soundly, and planted a kiss on her forehead.

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

for her, thinking she'd

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

felt amazing to cook for a woman you

forgotten in his pursuit was that he had no knowledge of cooking.

omelet, he had almost blown up

bed, Ellie woke up. She watched

legs reminded her of what had happened the night

her face turned pale!

sex with him!

wondering how she had gotten back

really sad

could make one forget their pains and

home, sat on

that she was barely conscious!

in and kneeling down beside

she didn't want

she ended up in bed

part of her memory told her it was

in trying to recall what exactly had happened when a loud crash drew

the room. But it turned out he was still here and was doing something weird in the

floor and tried to stand up, her legs couldn't support her. She buckled and almost fell down. The pain was unbearable.

then sat down on the edge of

feeble, devoid of

her body was clean and fresh,

Francis stared at the broken dish on

difficult to tell what it was. Perhaps,

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