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!'

at her sleeping face. She looked so beautiful that

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

was hurting and asked him to stop, it took him

as she slept soundly,

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

to make some breakfast for her, thinking she'd

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

to cook for a woman you loved.

his pursuit was

omelet, he had

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

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

face turned pale!

sex

closed her eyes again, wondering how she had gotten back

really sad and had entered

could make one forget their pains and sorrows.

bottles of wine, went back home, sat on the

so drunk that she

in and kneeling down beside her,

didn't want to

no idea how had she ended up

told her it was her

exactly had happened when a loud crash drew her back to reality.

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

her physical condition. When she put her feet onto the cold floor and tried to stand up, her

sat down on the edge of the

devoid

that her body was clean and fresh, then remembered Francis

stared at the broken dish

was difficult to

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