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.

he didn't want to weird

asked him to stop, it took him a

glowing in the morning sunshine as she slept soundly, and planted a

her with the quilt, and headed to

for her, thinking

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

amazing to cook for a

pursuit was that he had no knowledge of cooking.

he had

up. She watched him

she felt between her legs reminded her of what

her face

sex

eyes again, wondering how she had gotten back from L

was that she was really

drinking could make one

bottles of wine, went back home, sat on the floor and

drunk that she was barely conscious!

and kneeling down beside her, and saying something to

she didn't want to talk

no idea how had she ended up in

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

had happened when a

him head out of the room. But it turned out he

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

pain, then sat down on the edge of the bed.

devoid of all strength.

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

at the broken dish

something burned over the pieces. It was difficult to tell what it was. Perhaps,

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