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 at her sleeping face. She looked so beautiful that he

had slept with a man, so he didn't want to weird

Ellie was hurting and asked him to stop, it

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

got out of bed, tucked her with the quilt, and

breakfast for her, thinking she'd

he was trying to learn cooking so he could

amazing to cook for a woman you

his pursuit was that he had no

the end of making one omelet, he had

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

reminded her of what had happened

her face turned pale!

had sex with

eyes again, wondering how she

remembered was that she was really sad and had entered a wine

make one forget their pains and sorrows.

went back home, sat on the floor

that she was barely

kneeling down

she didn't want

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 loud crash drew her

head out of the room. But it

of bed but she over-estimated her physical condition. When she put her feet onto the cold floor and tried to stand up, her legs couldn't support her.

out a cry of pain, then sat down

feeble, devoid of all

body was clean and fresh, then

stared at the broken dish on the floor.

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

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