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!'

She looked so beautiful

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

was hurting and asked him to stop, it took

as she slept soundly, and planted a kiss on her forehead.

bed, tucked her with the quilt, and

some breakfast for her, thinking she'd be hungry when

cooking so he could cook for Ashley. He

felt amazing to cook for a woman you

was that he

one omelet, he had almost blown up

Francis got out of bed, Ellie woke up. She

she felt between her legs reminded her

her face turned

sex

eyes again, wondering how she had gotten back

really sad

make one forget their pains

wine, went back home, sat on the floor and started

drunk that she was barely conscious!

coming in and kneeling down beside

want

no idea how had she ended

blurry part of her memory told

to recall what exactly had happened when a loud crash drew

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

wanted to get out of bed but she over-estimated her physical condition. When she put her feet onto the cold floor and tried to

pain, then sat down

feeble, devoid of all strength.

was clean and fresh,

the kitchen, Francis stared at the broken dish on

It was difficult to tell what

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