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!'

face. She looked so beautiful that he couldn't help leaning down

to weird her out. But her touch was so warm and so sweet that he couldn't resist

Ellie was hurting and asked him to stop, it took him a while to let go of her.

at her face glowing in the morning sunshine as she slept soundly, and planted a kiss on

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

wanted to make some breakfast for her, thinking she'd be

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

felt amazing to cook for a woman you loved.

was that he had no knowledge

one omelet, he had

woke up. She watched him walking away, her expression

felt between her legs reminded her of what

face turned pale!

had sex

her eyes again, wondering how she

really sad and

said that drinking could make one forget their pains and

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

gotten so drunk that she was barely conscious!

down beside her, and saying something to comfort

she didn't want to talk

had no idea how had she ended up

and blurry part of her memory told her it was

trying to recall what exactly had happened

the room. But it turned out he was still here and was doing something weird in the house!

her feet onto the cold floor and tried to stand up,

cry of pain, then sat

devoid of

clean and fresh,

Francis stared at the broken dish

over the pieces. It was difficult to tell

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