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!'

at her sleeping face. She looked so beautiful that he couldn't help leaning

he didn't want to weird

him to stop, it took him a while to let

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

bed, tucked her with the

breakfast for her, thinking she'd be hungry when

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

for

his pursuit was

he had almost blown

bed, Ellie woke up. She watched him walking away,

felt between her legs reminded her of what

her face turned

had sex with him!

her eyes again, wondering how she

she remembered was that she was really sad

always said that drinking could make one

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

drunk that she was barely conscious!

and kneeling down beside her, and saying something

want

had no idea how had she ended up in

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 back

room. But it turned out he was still here and was

floor and tried

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

felt feeble, devoid of all strength.

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

kitchen, Francis stared at the broken

It was difficult to tell what it was.

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