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!'

She looked so beautiful that he couldn't help

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

asked him to stop, it took him a while to

sunshine as she slept soundly, and planted a kiss on

tucked her with the quilt, and headed to the kitchen.

make some breakfast for her, thinking she'd be

to learn cooking so he

amazing to cook for a

in his pursuit was that he

of making one omelet, he had almost blown

woke up. She watched him walking away, her

she felt between her legs reminded her of what

her face turned

had sex with

wondering how she had

she remembered was that she was really sad

make one forget their

a dozen bottles of wine, went back home,

that she

vaguely remembered someone coming in and kneeling down beside her,

she didn't want to talk then.

how had she ended up in bed with him!

told her it was her who took the

trying to recall what exactly had happened when a loud crash

thought Francis had disappeared when she saw him head out of the room. But it turned out he was still here

bed but she over-estimated her physical condition. When she put her feet onto the cold floor and tried to stand up, her legs couldn't support her. She buckled and almost

pain, then sat down on the edge of the

felt feeble, devoid of all

fresh, then remembered Francis

Francis stared at the

difficult to tell what it

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