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 down to

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

and asked him to stop, it took him a while to

her face glowing in the morning sunshine as she slept soundly, and planted a kiss on

that, he got out of bed, tucked her with the quilt,

make some breakfast for her, thinking she'd

cooking so he

for

pursuit was that he

of making one omelet, he had almost blown

Francis got out of bed, Ellie woke up.

pain she felt between her legs reminded her of

face turned pale!

had sex with

closed her eyes again, wondering how she had gotten back from

she remembered was that she was really

said that drinking could make one forget

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

so drunk that

someone coming in and kneeling down

want to

had no idea how had she ended up in bed with

her memory told her it was her who

happened when a loud crash drew

when she saw him head out of the room. But it turned out he was still here and was doing something weird in the

she over-estimated her physical condition. When she put her feet onto the cold floor and tried to

then sat down on the edge of the bed.

felt feeble, devoid

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

Francis stared at the broken dish on the floor.

over the pieces. It was difficult to tell

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