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!'

her sleeping face. She looked so beautiful that he

first time she had slept with a man, so he didn't want to weird her out. But her touch was so warm and so sweet that he couldn't resist

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

gazed at her face glowing in the morning sunshine as she

out of bed, tucked her with the quilt, and

make some breakfast for her, thinking she'd be

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

cook for a woman

he had forgotten in his pursuit was that he had no knowledge of

omelet, he had almost blown

got out of bed, Ellie woke up. She watched him

her legs reminded her of what had happened

her face turned

sex with

wondering how she had gotten back

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

could make one forget

bought a dozen bottles of wine, went back home, sat on the

so drunk that

someone coming in and kneeling down beside her, and

want to talk then.

had no idea how had she ended up in bed with

her memory told her it was her who

trying to recall what exactly had happened

But it turned out he was

floor and tried to stand up, her legs

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

devoid

her body was clean and fresh, then remembered Francis

the broken dish on the

burned over the pieces. It was difficult to tell what

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