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!'

beautiful that he couldn't help leaning down to

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

it took him a while to

in the morning sunshine as she slept soundly, and

tucked her with the quilt, and headed to

for her, thinking she'd be hungry when she

was trying to learn cooking so

felt amazing to cook for a woman

had forgotten in his pursuit was that he had

the end of making one omelet, he had almost blown up the kitchen.

Francis got out of bed, Ellie woke up. She watched him walking away, her

pain she felt between her legs reminded her of what had happened the night before.

her face turned pale!

had sex with him!

again, wondering how she had gotten

really sad and had entered a wine store.

always said that drinking could make one forget their pains and

a dozen bottles of wine, went back home, sat

drunk that she was barely

coming in and kneeling down beside her,

she didn't want to

idea how had she ended up in bed with

her memory told her it was her who took the initiative.

recall what exactly had happened when

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

the cold floor and tried to stand up, her

cry of pain, then sat

devoid

she sensed that her body was clean and fresh,

Francis stared at the

something burned over the pieces. It was difficult to

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