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!'

sleeping face. She looked so beautiful

didn't want to

was hurting and asked him to stop, it took him a while to let go of her.

at her face glowing in the morning sunshine as she slept soundly,

her

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

remembered laughing at Andrew when he was trying to learn cooking so he could cook for Ashley.

for a

had forgotten in his pursuit was

making one omelet, he had almost blown up

woke up. She watched him walking away, her expression

she felt between her legs reminded her of what had

her face

sex with him!

her eyes again, wondering how she had gotten back from

remembered was that she was really sad and had entered a wine store.

drinking could make one

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

that she was

kneeling down beside her, and saying something

want to talk

had no idea how had she ended up in

her memory told her it

lost in trying to recall what exactly had happened when

But it turned out he was still here and was

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

a cry of pain, then sat down on the edge

devoid of

sensed that her body was clean and fresh, then remembered

Francis stared at the broken dish on the floor.

difficult to tell what it was. Perhaps, a

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