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 couldn't help leaning down to kiss her.

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

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

as she slept soundly,

bed, tucked her

make some breakfast for her, thinking

trying to learn cooking so he could cook

to cook for a woman

he had forgotten in his pursuit was that he had

omelet, he

bed, Ellie woke up. She watched him walking away, her

her of

her face

had sex

her eyes again, wondering how she had gotten

remembered was that she was really

drinking could make one forget their

of wine, went back home, sat on the floor and started to drink.

gotten so drunk that she

coming in and kneeling down beside

she didn't want to talk then.

had no idea how had she ended up in bed

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

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

it turned

get out of bed but she over-estimated her physical condition. When she put her feet onto the cold floor and

a cry of pain, then sat down on the

devoid of all strength.

was clean and fresh, then remembered Francis had helped her take

the kitchen, Francis stared at the broken dish on the floor.

It was difficult to

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