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!'

face. She looked so beautiful that he couldn't

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

to stop, it took him a

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

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

her, thinking she'd be hungry when she woke up.

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

cook for a woman

was that

making one omelet, he had almost blown up the kitchen.

up. She watched him walking

her

face turned pale!

sex with

eyes again, wondering how she had gotten back from

that she was really sad and

make

bought a dozen bottles of wine, went back home, sat on the

that she was barely

vaguely remembered someone coming in and kneeling down beside

want to talk

had she ended up

part of her memory told

in trying to recall what exactly had happened when a loud crash

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

feet onto the cold floor and tried

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

feeble, devoid of all

was clean and fresh, then remembered

at the

was difficult to tell what it was. Perhaps, a pie?.

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