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 that he couldn't

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 couldn't resist it.

was hurting and asked him to stop, it took him a

sunshine as she slept

got out of bed, tucked her with

her, thinking she'd be hungry

trying to learn cooking so he could

cook for a woman you loved.

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

one omelet, he had almost

Ellie woke up. She watched him walking away, her expression

legs reminded her

face turned

had sex with him!

she

that she was really

make one forget their pains and sorrows.

back home, sat on the floor

gotten so drunk that she was

someone coming in and kneeling down beside her, and saying something to comfort

want

had she ended up

and blurry part of her memory told her

was lost in trying to recall what exactly had happened when a loud crash drew her back

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

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 unbearable.

sat down on the

felt feeble, devoid of all strength.

body was clean and fresh, then remembered

kitchen, Francis stared at the broken dish on the floor.

something burned over the pieces. It was difficult to tell

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