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 he couldn't help leaning down to kiss

with a man, so he didn't want to weird her out. But her touch was so warm and so sweet

to stop, it took him a while

face glowing in the morning sunshine as she slept soundly, and planted

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

make some breakfast for her, thinking she'd be

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

for

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

one omelet, he had almost

Ellie woke up. She watched him walking away, her

she felt between her legs reminded her of what

her face turned

sex with him!

how she had gotten back

remembered was that she was really sad and had

could make one forget their pains and sorrows.

went back home, sat on the floor and started to

drunk that she

and kneeling down

didn't want to

had she ended up

blurry part of her memory told her

what exactly had happened when a

thought Francis had disappeared when she saw him head out of the room. But it

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

let out a cry of pain, then sat down on

felt feeble, devoid of all strength.

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

at the broken dish

It was difficult to tell what it was. Perhaps,

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