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 help leaning

want to weird her out. But her

Ellie was hurting and asked him to stop, it took him

morning sunshine as she slept soundly, and planted a kiss on her forehead.

he got out of bed, tucked her

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

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

cook for a

was that he had

one omelet, he had almost blown up

up. She watched

felt between her legs reminded her of what had happened the night

face turned pale!

had sex

her eyes again, wondering how she had gotten back from L City yesterday.

she remembered was that she was really

that drinking could make one forget

went back home,

so drunk that she was barely conscious!

coming in and kneeling down beside

didn't want to

had no idea how had she ended up in bed with

memory told her it was

recall what exactly had happened when a loud

thought Francis had disappeared when she saw him head out of the room. But it turned out he was

her feet onto the cold floor and tried to stand up, her legs couldn't support

pain, then sat

feeble, devoid of

sensed that her body was clean and fresh, then remembered Francis had helped her take a

the kitchen, Francis stared at the

burned over the pieces. It was difficult

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