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

so he didn't want to weird her out.

him to stop, it took him a while to let

in the morning sunshine as she slept soundly, and planted a kiss

that, he got out of bed, tucked her with the quilt,

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

when he was trying to learn cooking so he could cook for Ashley. He now understood why he

amazing to cook for a woman you loved.

was that he

he had almost blown up the kitchen.

got out of bed, Ellie woke up. She watched him walking

felt between her legs reminded her of what

face turned

had sex

eyes again, wondering how she had gotten back

that she was really

could make one forget

of wine, went back home, sat on the floor

so drunk that she was barely

remembered someone coming in and kneeling down beside her, and saying

want to talk then.

she

of her memory told her it was her who took

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

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

When she put her feet onto the cold floor and tried to stand

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

felt feeble, devoid of all

she sensed that her body was clean and fresh, then remembered Francis had helped

the broken dish on

burned over the pieces. It was difficult to tell what it

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