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!'

looked at her sleeping face. She looked so beautiful that he couldn't help leaning down to

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

it

as she slept soundly,

out of bed, tucked her with the quilt, and headed to the

breakfast for her, thinking she'd be hungry when

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

amazing to cook for

he had forgotten in his pursuit was that he had no

omelet, he had

woke up. She watched him walking away, her

between her legs reminded her

her face

sex with

she had gotten back

remembered was that she was really sad and had entered a

said that drinking could make one forget their pains and sorrows.

of wine, went back home, sat on the

gotten so drunk that

down beside her, and saying something to comfort

want to

how had she

told her it was her who

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

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

When she put her feet onto the cold floor and tried to stand up, her legs couldn't support

sat down on the edge of

felt feeble, devoid of

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

the broken

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

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