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 couldn't help leaning down

man, so he didn't want to weird her out. But her touch was so warm and

to stop, it took him a

the morning sunshine as she slept soundly,

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

some breakfast for her, thinking she'd be hungry when

learn cooking so he could cook for Ashley. He now understood

cook for a woman you loved.

was that

of making one omelet, he had

up. She

she felt between her legs reminded her

her face turned pale!

had sex with

she

she remembered was that she was really

drinking could make one forget their

home,

drunk that she was

in and kneeling down beside her, and

didn't want to

she ended up in bed with him!

blurry part of her memory told her

was lost in trying to recall what exactly had happened when a loud crash

thought Francis had disappeared when she saw him head out of the room. But it

floor and tried to stand up,

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

felt feeble, devoid of

and fresh, then remembered Francis had helped her take a bath.

the broken dish

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

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