Free Web NovelPavela's heart sank instantly, and she blinked rapidly.
"Lie? What did I lie about?"
Eleanor didn't answer.
She just looked at Pavela.
In those pinkish eyes, too many complex emotions were surging.
Love.
Heartache.
Self-reproach.
Anger.
And something else that Pavela couldn't understand.
"Do you know?"
Eleanor's voice became even softer.
So soft that Pavela had to hold her breath to hear clearly.
"When I put on that ring."
"When your pain was transmitted over."
"I almost..."
She paused for a moment.
"Almost collapsed on the spot."
Hearing this answer, Pavela suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, but then her heart tightened again immediately.
Ring?
What ring?
What pain being transmitted over?
She looked down at Eleanor's left hand.
On the middle finger.
There was now a silver ring.
Fine patterns were engraved on the surface of the ring.
It gave off a faint pink halo under the candlelight.
Then she looked at her own left hand.
In the same position.
The same ring.
What the hell is this thing?
It looked quite ominous.
But she could probably guess; it was likely something related to the return, and Eleanor had relied on this thing to share her pain.
That was why she felt her burden suddenly lighten while in the Mental Space!
But... that pain was absolutely not something an ordinary person could withstand.
Even if it was only a small part.
"Eleanor..."
Pavela's voice trembled slightly.
"How could you..."
"Why couldn't I?"
Eleanor gave a soft laugh.
The laugh was very soft.
Very short.
But in Pavela's ears, it sounded exceptionally piercing.
"Am I only allowed to worry from the sidelines?"
Pavela opened her mouth.
She wanted to say something more.
But Eleanor didn't give her the chance.
"Do you know, Little Pa?"
Eleanor's voice suddenly changed.
It was no longer that soft, almost sleep-talking tone.
Instead, it became...
Pavela didn't know how to describe it.
Suppressed?
Restrained?
Or some kind of omen of an imminent explosion?
"At the beginning, I really was a bit worried about the price of doing this."
"Worried that there would be trouble if others found out."
"But when that wave of pain was transmitted over."
"Only then did I know exactly how much you were enduring."
"That feeling..."
Her voice trembled slightly.
"It was like someone was tearing my soul out of my body alive."
"Like ten thousand needles were piercing my spine at the same time."
"Like someone lit a fire inside my brain."
"And that was only half."
Her eyes stared fixedly at Pavela.
"Only half, Little Pa."
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Pavela wanted to explain.
She wanted to explain that it was just a bit of pain, that she had long since gotten used to it.
She wanted to explain that she had just stayed in the Mental Space a bit longer, and it wasn't as exaggerated as she made it out to be.
She wanted to explain that she was fine, really fine.
But Eleanor gave her no chance to speak at all.
"You lied to me."
Eleanor's voice suddenly became very low.
"You were clearly enduring such pain."
"Yet you still had to pretend as if nothing was wrong."
"In the cockpit."
"Did you think I wouldn't notice?"
"Did you think it would just pass if you endured it?"
"Did you think..."
Her voice suddenly choked up.
"Did you think I didn't care?"
"No, Eleanor, I—"
Pavela finally found a chance to speak.
She hadn't finished her sentence.
Eleanor had already lunged forward.
Her entire body pressed down on Pavela.
Her hands propped up on the pillow on either side of Pavela's head.
Then she lowered her head.
And kissed her.
Pavela's brain went blank instantly.
Eleanor's lips pressed down.
Carrying the smell of blood.
Carrying an intensity that was almost desperate.
Without any gentleness.
Without any testing.
It was directly a fierce, predatory kiss.
Pavela's first reaction was to dodge.
This was too sudden.
She was completely unprepared.
She subconsciously tried to turn her head away.
But Eleanor's hand had already gripped her chin.
Slender fingers sank into the sides of her cheeks.
The force wasn't heavy, but it held her head firmly in place.
Leaving her nowhere to run.
Pavela's heart was pounding wildly.
Panic.
Confusion.
And a little bit of...
Well, something she didn't want to admit.
She wanted to push Eleanor away.
But her hands were tied above her head.
The ribbon bit into her wrists, tightening as she struggled.
She wanted to say something.
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She couldn't even make a single complete syllable.
Eleanor's tongue pressed against the seam of her lips and tapped lightly.
This was a command.
This was a demand for her to open her mouth.
Pavela clenched her teeth.
It wasn't even on purpose.
It was just an instinctive reaction.
It was too fast.
Too sudden.
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But Eleanor obviously had no intention of giving her time.
"Mmph..."
Pavela felt her lower lip being bitten lightly.
It didn't hurt.
But the warning intent was very clear.
She still didn't open her mouth.
Then, Eleanor bit harder.
Teeth sank into her soft lower lip.
A metallic taste of blood spread between their lips and teeth.
Pavela, in pain, subconsciously opened her mouth.
At that very instant.
Eleanor's tongue drove straight in.
Pavela's mind was completely scrambled.
That soft, flexible tongue with the taste of blood.
It swept across her palate.
It curled around the tip of her tongue.
It explored every corner of her oral cavity.
As if declaring sovereignty.
As if punishing her for being disobedient.
Pavela wanted to hide.
Her tongue instinctively retracted.
Trying to escape that domineering intruder.
But this movement clearly annoyed Eleanor.
"Nn..."
A low, dissatisfied nasal sound came from Eleanor's throat.
Then, her actions became even more fierce.
She immediately followed.
Entwining Pavela's escaping thoughts.
Forcefully curling.
Wrapping.
No longer giving her any chance to escape.
Pavela was kissed until she was dizzy and disoriented.
She felt forced to be entangled with Eleanor.
Every time she wanted to retreat, she would be pursued even more forcefully.
Every time she wanted to catch her breath, she would be invaded even more deeply.
She could feel Eleanor's body pressing against hers.
The weight of her entire person.
Chest to chest.
Abdomen to abdomen.
Thigh to thigh.
Burning body heat was transmitted through the thin fabric.
Making her skin burn too.
She wanted to push her away.
But she was also a bit reluctant.
Eleanor's lips were so soft.
Eleanor's tongue was so hot.
Eleanor's body was so close.
So close that she could feel the other's heartbeat.
Just as fast as hers.
Just as chaotic as hers.
Moreover, she was a bit afraid of hurting the other person.
Eleanor's current state was so terrible.
Bleeding from her facial orifices.
Face deathly pale.
Body still trembling slightly.
If she really struggled with force...
If she accidentally injured Eleanor...
She might never forgive herself.
So, she could only let Eleanor plunder.
Letting the other person run wild in her mouth.
Letting those hands grip her chin, making her unable to move.
Letting her own breathing become more and more rapid.
Letting her consciousness become more and more blurred.
She began to run out of breath.
There was less and less air in her chest cavity.
Her lungs began to protest.
Stars began to appear before her eyes.
She wanted to say stop for a moment.
Wanted to say she needed to breathe.
But she couldn't make any sound.
Only vague, fragmented whimpers.
Swallowed up one by one by Eleanor's lips.
She was really about to suffocate.
Her consciousness began to drift.
Everything before her eyes was spinning.
She even began to wonder if she was going to be kissed to death right here.
Just when she thought she was really going to faint.
Eleanor finally released her.
Pavela gasped for air in large gulps.
Her chest heaved violently.
Like a fish thrown back into the water.
Breathing desperately.
Desperately drawing in air.
Every breath carried a burning sensation.
Every breath seemed to remind her of how close she had just come to suffocation.
Her lips were kissed red and swollen.
There was a shallow tooth mark on her lower lip.
Oozing fine beads of blood.
It was impossible to tell if it was hers or Eleanor's.
A silver thread of saliva elongated and broke as the two separated.
She looked up.
Looked at Eleanor.
Eleanor was looking down at her.
In those pink eyes.
There still burned a light that made Pavela's heart skip a beat.
That smile still hung on the corner of her mouth.
That smile that made Pavela feel weak.
"E-Eleanor..."
Pavela's voice was hoarse beyond recognition.
"Don't..."
"Shh."
Eleanor's finger pressed against her lips.
Gently.
Yet with an unquestionable force.
"I haven't finished yet, Little Pa."
Her voice was very light.
Very soft.
But Pavela heard something in it.
Something dangerous.
Eleanor's finger moved away from her lips.
Following her jawline.
Sliding across her neck.
Stopping on her collarbone.
"You've lied to me too many times, Little Pa."
Eleanor said.
Her finger lightly drew circles on Pavela's collarbone.
"So..."
She lowered her head.
Her lips pressed against Pavela's ear.
The exhaled hot air made Pavela's whole body tremble.
"This time, I won't let you off easily."
