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 help leaning down

knew it was the first time she had slept with a man, so he didn't want to weird her out. But her touch was so warm and so sweet that he couldn't resist

hurting and asked him to stop, it took him a while to let go of her.

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

got out of bed, tucked her

make some breakfast for her, thinking she'd be hungry when she woke up.

when he was trying to learn cooking so he could cook for

for a

pursuit was that he had

end of making one omelet, he had almost blown

woke up.

her of

face

had sex with

she had gotten back from

really sad and had entered a wine

make

dozen bottles of wine, went back home, sat on

so drunk that she was barely conscious!

and kneeling down

she didn't want to

had no idea how had she ended up in bed with

her memory told her

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

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

to get out of bed but she over-estimated her 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

let out a cry of pain, then sat down on

feeble, devoid of

was clean and fresh, then remembered Francis had helped her

the broken dish on the floor.

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

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