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

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 sweet that he couldn't

him to stop, it took him a while

her face glowing in the morning sunshine as she slept soundly,

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

wanted to make some breakfast for her, thinking she'd be hungry when she woke

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

cook for a

forgotten in his pursuit was that he

the end of making one omelet, he had

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

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

face turned

sex with him!

she had gotten

was that she was really sad and

make one forget

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

drunk that she was

coming in and kneeling down beside

want

she ended up in bed with

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

trying to recall what exactly had happened when a loud crash drew her back

it turned out he was still here and was doing something weird in the house!

her feet onto the cold floor and tried to stand up, her legs couldn't support her. She buckled and almost fell down.

a cry of pain, then sat down on the edge

felt feeble, devoid of all strength.

and fresh, then remembered Francis had helped her

Francis stared at the broken dish on the

difficult to

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