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!'

so beautiful that he couldn't help leaning down to kiss her.

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

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

glowing in the morning sunshine as

tucked her with the quilt, and headed to

for her, thinking she'd be

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

cook for

his pursuit was that he had no knowledge

one omelet, he had almost blown up the

Ellie woke up. She watched

legs reminded her of what had happened the night

her face

sex with

how she

that she was really sad and had entered

that drinking could make one

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

drunk that she was barely

and kneeling down beside her, and saying something to

want

how had she ended up in bed

faint and blurry part of her memory told

what exactly had happened when a loud crash

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

of 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 fell down. The

a cry of pain, then sat down

feeble, devoid of

fresh, then remembered Francis had helped

the kitchen, Francis stared at the broken dish on the

over the pieces. It was difficult to tell

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