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!'

so beautiful that

so he didn't want to weird her out. But her touch was so

to stop, it took him a

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

of bed, tucked her with the quilt, and headed to

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

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

to cook for

had forgotten in his pursuit was that he had no

the end of making one omelet, he had almost

up. She watched him walking

her legs reminded her of what had happened the night before.

face

sex

closed her eyes again, wondering how she had gotten

was really

that drinking could make

of wine, went back home, sat on

gotten so drunk that she was barely

remembered someone coming in and kneeling down beside her, and

didn't want

she

of her memory told her it was her who took the initiative.

exactly had happened when

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

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.

pain, then sat down on the edge of

devoid of

she sensed that her body was clean and fresh, then remembered Francis had

at the broken dish on

It was difficult to tell what it was.

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