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

knew it was the first time she had slept with a man, so he didn't want to weird

stop, it took him a while

at her face glowing in the morning sunshine as she

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

breakfast for her, thinking

learn cooking so he could cook for

amazing to cook for a

forgotten in his pursuit was that he had

one omelet, he

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

pain she felt between her legs reminded her of what had happened the night before.

face

had sex

wondering how she had

she remembered was that she was really

said that drinking could make one forget

a dozen bottles of wine, went back home, sat on

so drunk that she

in and kneeling down beside her, and saying something to

didn't want to talk

she ended up in bed

her memory told her it was

in trying to recall what exactly had happened when a

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

she put her feet onto the cold floor and tried to stand up, her legs couldn't support her. She buckled

sat down on the edge of the

felt feeble, devoid of all strength.

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

Francis stared at the broken dish on the floor.

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

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