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 help leaning down to kiss her.

he didn't want to weird her out. But her touch was so warm and so sweet that he couldn't resist it.

stop, it took him a

sunshine as she slept soundly,

her with the quilt, and headed to the

for her, thinking she'd be

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

for a

he had forgotten in his pursuit was that he had

one omelet, he had

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

she felt between her legs reminded her of

her face turned

sex

her eyes again, wondering how she had

was really sad and had entered a

could make one forget their

of wine, went back home, sat on the

gotten so drunk that she was barely

in and kneeling down beside

she didn't want

how had she ended up

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

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

physical 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

a cry of pain, then sat down on the edge

devoid of

body was clean and fresh, then remembered Francis

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

something burned over the pieces. It was difficult to tell what it was. Perhaps, a

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