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!'

her sleeping face. She looked so beautiful

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

him to stop, it took him a while to let go of

as she slept soundly, and planted a kiss on her

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

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

when he was trying to learn cooking so he could cook for Ashley.

to cook for a woman you

was

omelet, he had almost blown

Francis 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

face

had sex

again, wondering how she had gotten back from

really sad and had entered

that drinking could make one forget their pains and

dozen bottles of wine, went back home, sat on

drunk that she

someone coming in and kneeling down beside her, and saying something to comfort

she didn't want to talk

she ended up in bed with

and blurry part of her memory told her it was her who

what exactly had happened when

it turned out he

she over-estimated her physical condition. When she put her feet onto the cold floor and tried to

cry of pain, then sat down on

feeble, devoid of all

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

the kitchen, Francis stared at the broken dish on the

difficult to

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