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

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

asked him to stop, it

as she slept soundly, and planted a kiss on

of bed, tucked her with the quilt, and headed

thinking

he was trying to learn cooking so he could cook for Ashley. He

felt amazing to cook for a woman

in his pursuit was that he

making one omelet, he had almost

up. She watched him

between her legs reminded her of what had happened

face turned pale!

had sex

she had

she remembered was that she was really sad and had entered a wine store.

could make one forget their

home, sat on the floor and started

gotten so drunk that

kneeling down beside her, and saying something to comfort her.

didn't want to

idea how had she ended up

and blurry part of her memory told her it

recall what exactly had happened when a loud crash drew

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

condition. When she put her feet onto the cold floor and

then sat down

devoid of

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

Francis stared at the broken

difficult to tell what it was. Perhaps, a

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