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 down to kiss

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

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

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

out of bed, tucked her with

her, thinking

Andrew when he was trying to learn cooking so

to cook for a woman

was

one omelet, he had

out of bed, Ellie woke up.

her legs reminded her of what had happened the night

face turned pale!

sex with him!

her eyes again, wondering how she

remembered was that she was really sad and had

that drinking could make one forget their

a dozen bottles of wine, went back home, sat on the

that she

down beside her, and

didn't want

no idea how had she ended up in bed

faint and blurry part of her memory told her it was

lost in trying to recall what exactly had happened when a loud crash drew her back to reality.

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

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 almost fell down. The pain was unbearable.

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

devoid of

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

Francis stared at the broken dish on

pieces. It was difficult to tell what

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