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!'

She looked so beautiful that he couldn't

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

it took him a while to

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

out of bed, tucked her with the quilt, and

wanted to make some breakfast for her, thinking

cooking so he could cook for Ashley. He now understood

cook for

he had forgotten in his pursuit was that he had no

of making one omelet, he had almost blown up the

woke up. She watched him walking away, her

legs reminded her

face

had sex with him!

wondering how she had gotten

remembered was that she was really sad

make

a dozen bottles of wine, went back home, sat

so drunk that

vaguely remembered someone coming in and kneeling down beside her, and saying something to

didn't want

no idea how had she ended up in

her memory told her

exactly had happened when a loud crash drew her back

it turned out he was still

her feet onto the cold floor and tried to stand up, her legs couldn't

of pain, then sat down on the edge of the

felt feeble, devoid of all strength.

and fresh, then

the broken dish

over the pieces. It was difficult to tell what it was. Perhaps, a pie?.

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