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!'

sleeping face. She looked so beautiful that

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

Ellie was hurting and asked him to stop, it

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

of bed, tucked her with the

breakfast for her, thinking

Andrew when he was trying to learn cooking so he could cook

for a woman you loved.

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

one omelet, he had almost blown up

out of bed, Ellie woke up. She watched

pain she felt between her legs reminded her of what had happened the night

her face turned pale!

had sex with

again, wondering how she

she remembered was that she was really sad and had entered a

that drinking could make one forget their pains

went back home, sat on the floor and started to

drunk that she was barely

kneeling down beside her, and saying

she didn't want to talk then.

idea how had she ended up in

faint and blurry part of her memory told her it was her who took the

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

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

her physical condition. When she put her feet onto the cold floor and

a cry of pain, then sat down on the edge of the

feeble, devoid of all

that her body was clean and fresh, then remembered

at the broken dish

over the pieces. It was difficult to tell what

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