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 that he couldn't help leaning down to

had slept with a man, so he didn't want to weird her out. But her touch was

asked him to stop, it

as she slept soundly, and planted

her with the quilt, and

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

so he could

felt amazing to cook for a woman

his pursuit was that he had no knowledge of

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

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

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

her face turned

sex with him!

wondering how she had gotten

that she was really sad and had entered

that drinking could make one

of wine, went back home,

so drunk that she

in and kneeling down beside her, and saying

didn't want

how had she ended up

and blurry part of her memory told her it

recall what exactly had happened when a loud

him head out of the room. But it turned out

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

let out a cry of pain, then sat down on the edge of the bed.

devoid of all

and fresh,

at the

pieces. It was difficult to tell what it was. Perhaps, a pie?.

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