Chapter 390 Lovemaking
Louis took control, kissing her deeply.
Their breaths mingled, tongues entwined, and saliva exchanged. Eloise felt like her brain was running out of oxygen.
In her dazed mind, she wondered, 'How does Louis know so much about kissing? Has he ever been in a relationship?'
She tilted her head back slightly. Louis kissed, bit, and licked her neck with abandon, like a wild animal.
Yes, a wild animal.
She had never known that the usually gentle and refined Louis could be so wild in bed.
He grasped her soft breasts, sucking them fervently. His mouth and teeth left purple-red marks all over her tender body.
His penis was still between her legs.
With red eyes, he lifted her right leg onto his shoulder and then thrust his penis into her vagina.
Eloise, who had just caught her breath, was caught off guard by his forceful entry and almost couldn't breathe from the pain.
Tears streamed down her face. "Louis, be gentle, it hurts."
She couldn't hold back and started crying out loud.
Hearing her cries, Louis looked at her in confusion.
'Can you hear crying in a dream?' he thought.
But it was Eloise crying. He must have hurt her.
Louis gently kissed away her tears and slowed his movements. He continued to thrust slowly while kissing her tenderly.
The slowed pace indeed allowed Eloise to feel pleasure.
They tangled on the bed, kissing, their sweat mingling, raising the temperature of the room by several degrees.
Suddenly, Louis straightened up, dragging Eloise's legs and pulling her to the edge of the bed.
Eloise opened her eyes to look at him. For some reason, she felt that Louis' expression was a bit ferocious.
She wasn't wrong.
Louis suddenly sped up, growling as he pounded into her.
Eloise felt like her body was being attacked by a cannon, over and over again.
Her throat was hoarse from shouting.
She cried, "Louis, it hurts! I regret it! It hurts so much!"
Finally, Louis let out a low roar, his body trembling, then he took a deep breath and collapsed beside Eloise.
His face was covered in sweat, a satisfied smile on his lips as he gently kissed Eloise.
"Eloise, thank you for coming into my dream. I'm sorry for desecrating you. I'll atone for it."
Then he held her and fell back asleep.
Eloise, experiencing sex for the first time, though she had initiated it, was left utterly exhausted by Louis.
She felt like all her strength had been drained, and she didn't want to move. She nestled in Louis' arms and fell asleep, naked.
She didn't know how long had passed when Louis finally woke up.
He still remembered the wild events of the dream and was smiling wryly at his own madness when he suddenly felt the soft body in his arms move slightly.
His heart skipped a beat, and he opened his eyes wide.
He looked down in disbelief, and Eloise woke up at that moment, meeting his gaze. "Louis, you're awake?"
Louis felt like he was going crazy. He shook his head vigorously, trying to shake Eloise's image out of his mind.
He closed his eyes and opened them again.
It didn't work; Eloise was still there.
Eloise looked at him innocently. "Louis, what are you doing?"
Louis jumped out of bed, looking down to see his body completely naked. He quickly grabbed the blanket to cover himself.
As a result, Eloise was left completely naked in front of him.
Her body still bore the marks of their lovemaking.
He quickly turned around, his voice trembling. "Eloise, put on your clothes."
Eloise slowly got up behind him, picking up her clothes from the bed and putting them on piece by piece.
She couldn't move quickly; her whole body felt like it was falling apart.
"Louis, I'm dressed. You can turn around now."
Louis didn't dare look at her; his face was still blushed.
He couldn't understand how this had happened.
He looked down, his voice filled with embarrassment. "Eloise, can you please leave for a moment? I'm sorry."
Eloise thought he needed some time to process.
After all, he had lost his virginity, which he had treasured for over twenty years, so easily. It was indeed her fault.
She nodded, opened the door, and walked out, sitting on the couch to wait for him.
Louis heard the door close, sat on the bed with the blanket, and sighed softly.
How did this happen between him and Eloise?
Did he get drunk and force her?
After all, Eloise was so weak. If he had insisted on having sex with her, she wouldn't have been able to resist.
Would Eloise be upset?
Could he still have the dignity to continue liking Elizabeth?
Would Michael kill him if he found out?
After all, she was the woman he cherished deeply. He probably wouldn't even touch her himself, and now Louis had taken advantage.
Pushing these chaotic thoughts aside, Louis got dressed and walked out of the room.
He went to the living room and sat on the single sofa opposite Eloise. He didn't dare look at her.
"Eloise, I'm sorry for what happened. But I won't shirk my responsibility. Tell me what you need me to do."
Eloise looked at him directly. "Louis, you don't need to apologize. I initiated it."
Louis' head snapped up, his eyes widening in disbelief as he looked at Eloise. "Eloise, what did you say?"
Eloise, with a righteous expression, said, "Louis, not only did I initiate it, but I also set you up. I knew you couldn't handle alcohol, so I got you drunk on purpose. I came prepared. I wanted to have sex with you."
Louis was confused. "Eloise, why would you do that?"
Eloise looked at him, speaking slowly and clearly. "Louis, I want to marry you. I told you that."
Louis frowned. "Eloise, you didn't have to use such means!"
Eloise shook her head. "I couldn't wait. There wasn't enough time."
Louis was even more puzzled. "Eloise, what do you mean, not enough time?"
"Louis, I need to donate blood to Francis, and I need your help."
Louis was shocked and quickly refused. "No way!"
"Louis, only if you marry me, Michael won't blame you and Elizabeth. Otherwise, he'll think you forced me to donate blood for Elizabeth."
Louis still had a shred of reason. "Even if I marry you, Michael will still think that. He'll think my motives are impure even then."
Eloise continued to explain. "That's why I need you to find a way for me to donate blood to Francis smoothly. You have to agree, whether you want to or not."
"If I tell Michael about this, what do you think he'll do to you? He has my mental illness diagnosis. I'm not considered a normal adult. Do you think he'll charge you with statutory rape?"
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