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

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

him to stop, it took him a while to let

as she slept soundly, and planted a kiss on

he got out of bed, tucked her with the quilt, and headed to

thinking she'd

at Andrew when he was trying to learn cooking so he could cook for

amazing to cook for a woman you loved.

in his pursuit was that he

end of making one omelet, he had almost blown

woke up. She watched him walking away, her

between her legs reminded her of what had happened the night

her face turned

sex

how she had

that she was really sad and had

drinking could make one forget their pains and sorrows.

wine, went back home, sat on the floor

drunk that she was barely

and kneeling down beside

she didn't want to

she ended

and blurry part of her memory told her it was her who

had happened when a

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

cold floor

pain, then sat down on the

felt feeble, devoid of

was clean and fresh, then remembered

the

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

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