Villain Transmigration: Author Transformation

Their conversation cut off, even before they got halfway through it, the moment Strav broke the news to them. 

From there, the disruption continued and it got worse than he ever thought of then.

Out of all things, it turned out to be the curse that she dreaded for so long.

Even all the way here, who knew it would've been possible, it now attacked her regardless.

'The curse… But... ' 

Up close, he couldn't help but glance at her amber eyes and the strands of her crimson hair, like his— lustrous and rich.

Right now, Nathalie's hands that clutched to her chest now tugged the turtleneck like she couldn't breathe what she wore. Her eyes become droopy, with her amber hues blurred to a dreamy stare.

He had yet to do anything but it was as though he got wrapped between the whims of her fingertips, slowly falling to her trap.

Albeit he knew, he couldn't fight it as much as he wanted.

He had already taken off his hat and sunglasses, this time he took off his trench coat and vest. After which, he unbuttoned a few of his sleeves when the surroundings somehow sweltered.

Athan locked his jaw, still trying to resist her allures; but then when she showed any resistance, her gaze landed on him and with her trembling lips now parted, she ought to speak a word.

She breathed, "Help me…" After which, she caressed his cheek then to his sharp jawline.

He gulped hard, unsure how he would respond; after all, he heard it from her mouth that she wanted none of those feelings from the yesteryears to her life.

Thinking about it cut so deep within him, and physical torture would've paled in comparison. While he went out to fool around since then, his mind couldn't take off of her, enough to make him as miserable as he was already.

Like a divine punishment— irrevocable and irreplaceable handed over to him— he had no choice but to accept it and live on with a foolish life.

Even so, he mumbled through clenched teeth, "I won't do this to you, not when you told me not to—"

"I— I allow it—! So, please!"

The next thing he knew, her lips crashed into his, thus sealed off the gaps between them.

Yet what was before him became a glimmer of hope. Almost his eyes popped out of their sockets, for he couldn't believe he would be given a chance.

Even if it was for the sake of the curse she had, he was more than willing to give her a part of himself.

What she needed the most at this moment was him.

It wasn't all as the lips opened, their tongue met halfway, and went for another amorous round of smooches.

'This woman… How I've wished I never treated her so harshly, even when I thought it was but of a flimsy goal.'

Though they were on the carpeted floor, he had to lean his back against the seat cushion so he could've got a comfortable position while hugging her in the heat of the moment.

'She tastes so sweet— as I expected and I can't get enough of her…'

Such kisses went torrid as it was beyond passionate and arduous, and he couldn't help but stiffened from his posture, gaining more balance before he melted into the indulgence alongside hers.

Right now, she ended up on top of him, close to wrapping her legs around his hips.

Both of them pulled away as they ran out of breath, panting hard. She closed her eyes and he propped his forehead to hers. They were so close, that he could feel her well-endowed bosoms squeezed from his embrace as well as her heartbeat thumping louder than a while ago.

"I shall take you to the room."

"We can do it on the floor."

"But—"

She hushed him with a prod on his lips before she kissed him on the forehead.

Athan got tongue-tied from her brazen actions.

"Help me take this off." She shook her shoulders a little as she tried to pull up the hem of her sweater.

His hands went along hers, helping her take off. He then gaped at the woman in front of her, with tops nothing but a cream sheer brassiere that cupped her supple, fair chest. 

A loud gasp came from him as her nipples etched and almost see-through the fabric, making him tremble as well from within.

"Here too…"

Although it didn't stop there when she pushed him ever-so-slightly, then went to unbuckle her trousers, letting it all loose and showing the glimpse of her lingerie underneath.

Her voice was rather endearing than her usual sultry; believed to be infused with her magical voice of a siren or not, it was everything to him. 

But even so, it almost forced her to awaken his primal instincts, one layer after another.

Every time he touched her, sparks of electrocution ran deep in him and he couldn't help but let out a growl as well as from the subtle tease she had to put up with him.

Yet not one but he didn't love every moment, and ended up following what she wished.

When she rose slightly, his hand met hers as the two pulled down her trousers. Her thighs were so sexy, especially her lingerie got drenched, showing the stark outline of hers as how thin the fabric was already.

"Eyes on me, Athan."

He couldn't help but perk his ears up, when her voice now changed, leaning to so much sultry. 

Arching his neck, he met her eyes that were overly familiar enough.

'That gaze—'

A smirk came to her lips while she cupped his chin. "I need you, Athan. Now."

Hereon, he snapped hard, and his hand slinked to her back, unbuckling her lingerie. The straps cascaded against her dainty arms, revealing her bare torso.

His lips drew close to her nipple and then went all into a deep suckle. Meanwhile, the other caressed from his thumb, with a slight pinch now and then.

She begged relentlessly, wanting nothing more than the ecstasy she had, "Yes! Right there— Ah! Athan! Yes—"

When her moans never got that strong and unbridled, letting it echo around the room, his other hand slipped from her navel down to her drenched spot.

Reaching through her clit, he rubbed it no less with fingers slipping in and out her entrance. 

The squelches and her moans brimmed him with vim and vigor, increasing his pace. 

She grabbed a handful of his hair as she screamed with pleasure. 

"Ohh! So— So good— Athan! Please—!"

'Damn it; I've never been this horny since…' 

Right now, he licked her a mouthful, several times, while he looked up to her flushed countenance. 

When she started to drip from such moisture down there, she called, "Athan! More! I'm there— So close— Ahh—!"

Athan's forehead furrowed as he went for more— harder and faster; this time, he covered her mouth. 

Despite her muffled voice, it was like music to his ears, and when her body trembled in subtlety, her insides sucked every inch of his fingertips and churned them like there was no tomorrow.

"Go on…" He muttered between his suckles.

"I'm almost there— Right there— I'm—"

Her body twitched; meanwhile, he pulled him close with a hug as she screamed on top of her lungs.

Although, it was the beginning of it all.