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

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

stop, it took him a while to let go of

the morning sunshine as she slept soundly, and planted a kiss on her forehead.

of bed, tucked her with

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

cooking so he could

cook for a woman you loved.

pursuit was that he had

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

up. She watched him

pain she felt between her legs reminded her of

face

sex with him!

again, wondering how she had gotten back from L

she was really sad

that drinking could make one forget

dozen bottles of wine, went back home, sat on the floor and started

drunk that she was barely conscious!

coming in and kneeling down beside her, and saying something to comfort

want to

no idea how had she ended up in bed

told her

happened when a loud crash drew her back to

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

the cold floor and tried to stand up, her

pain, then sat down on

feeble, devoid

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

the

over the pieces. It was difficult to

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