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!'

so beautiful that he

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

was hurting and asked him to stop, it took

at her face glowing in the morning sunshine as she slept soundly,

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

to make some breakfast for her, thinking she'd be hungry when she

was trying to learn cooking so he could cook for Ashley.

amazing to cook for a

was that

of making one omelet, he had almost

Ellie woke up. She

legs reminded her of what

her face

had sex

again, wondering how she had gotten back from L

that she was really sad and had entered a wine store.

that drinking could make one forget

a dozen bottles of wine, went back home, sat on the floor and started to

drunk that she was barely conscious!

in and kneeling down

didn't want

had she ended

blurry part of her memory told

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

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

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

devoid

was clean and fresh, then remembered Francis had helped

at the broken dish on the

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

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