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!'

beautiful that

time she had slept with a man, so he didn't want to weird her

was hurting and asked him to stop, it took him a while to let go

sunshine as she slept soundly, and

bed, tucked her with the quilt, and

some breakfast for her, thinking she'd

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

to cook for a woman

he had forgotten in his pursuit was

of making one omelet, he had almost blown up

got out of bed, Ellie woke up. She

felt between her legs reminded her of

face turned

had sex

again, wondering how she had

remembered was that she was really sad and had

said that drinking could make one forget their pains and

dozen bottles of wine, went back home, sat on the floor

so drunk that she was barely

in and kneeling down beside her, and saying something to comfort

she didn't want to talk then.

had no idea how had she ended up in bed with

and blurry part of her memory told her

lost in trying to recall what exactly had happened when a loud crash drew her back to reality.

him head out of the room. But it turned out he was still here and

but she over-estimated her physical condition. When she put her feet onto the cold floor

cry of pain, then sat down on

felt feeble, devoid of all

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

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

the pieces. It was difficult to tell what it was. Perhaps,

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