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

so he didn't want to weird her out. But her touch was so warm and so sweet that he couldn't resist it.

it took him a while to let go of

sunshine as

tucked her with the quilt, and headed to the kitchen.

make some breakfast for her, thinking she'd

was trying to learn cooking so he could cook for Ashley. He now understood why he did that.

for a woman you

his pursuit was that he had

end of making one omelet, he had almost

Ellie woke up.

she felt between her legs reminded her of what had happened the

face

had sex

wondering how she had gotten back

was really sad and had

could make one forget their pains and

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

gotten so drunk that she was barely

kneeling down beside her, and saying

want to talk then.

had no idea how had she ended up in bed with him!

of her memory told her it was her who

lost in trying to recall what exactly had happened

saw him head out of the room. But it

she over-estimated her physical condition. When she put her feet onto the cold floor and

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

devoid of all

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

the kitchen, Francis stared at the broken dish

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

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