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!'

looked so beautiful that he couldn't help leaning

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

asked him to stop, it took him a while to let

morning sunshine as she slept

bed, tucked her with the quilt, and headed to the

her, thinking she'd

laughing at Andrew when he was trying to learn cooking so he could cook

amazing to cook for a woman

had forgotten in his pursuit was that he had no knowledge of cooking.

of making one omelet, he had

Ellie woke up. She watched him walking away, her

pain she felt between her legs reminded her of what had happened the night before.

face turned

had sex with

how she had gotten back from

she remembered was that she was really sad and had entered a

could make one forget their pains and sorrows.

home, sat on the floor and started

so drunk that she was

down beside her, and saying something to

didn't want to

she ended up in bed

part of her memory told her it was her who took the initiative.

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

of the room. But it

get out of bed but she over-estimated her physical condition. When she put her feet onto the cold floor and tried

a cry of pain, then sat

felt feeble, devoid of

clean and fresh, then remembered Francis had helped her take a bath.

the kitchen, Francis stared at the broken dish on

was difficult to tell what it was. Perhaps, a

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