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 so beautiful

time she had slept with a man, so he didn't want to weird her out.

to stop, it took him a while to let go

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

tucked her with the quilt, and headed to

thinking she'd be hungry when she woke

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

for a woman you loved.

in his pursuit was that he had no knowledge of

of making one omelet, he had almost blown

woke up.

she felt between her legs reminded her of what had happened the

face

had sex with

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

was really sad and had entered

that drinking could make one forget their

back home, sat on the floor and started

so drunk that she

down beside her, and saying something to

she didn't want to talk then.

had she ended up in bed

memory told her it was her

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

room. But it turned out he was still here and was doing something weird in

cold floor and tried to stand up, her legs couldn't support

out a cry of pain, then sat

felt feeble, devoid of all strength.

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

the broken dish on

something burned over the pieces. It was difficult to tell what

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