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!'

She looked so beautiful that he

to weird her out. But

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

morning sunshine as she slept soundly, and planted a

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

her, thinking she'd

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

felt amazing to cook for a woman

in his pursuit was

he had almost blown up the kitchen.

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

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

her face turned pale!

had sex with

closed her eyes again, wondering how she had gotten back from L

was really

said that drinking could make one forget

dozen bottles of wine, went back home, sat on

drunk that she

in and kneeling down beside her, and saying something to

want to

no idea how had she ended up

blurry part of her memory told her it was

what exactly had happened when a

saw him head out of the room. But it turned out he was

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

then sat down

felt feeble, devoid of

sensed that her body was clean and fresh,

the broken dish

the pieces. It was difficult to tell

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