Villain Transmigration: Author Transformation

To say Nathalie was on a roller coaster ride was simply an understatement.

Everywhere turned dark, with hers blocked from sight through a piece of cloth that rested upon her eyes, and all she could hear was the cacophony of buzz from the sudden release of torrential rain, clacking onto the walls and ceilings.

That night, the air went frigid within the room as the downpour continued, but such the biting cold kept at bay as two bodies clasped one another.

With a bit of nudge at each other's brush, sparks of friction began to rush.

More and more, the hormone now fueled a surge of emotion, and the lust continued to overtake her body.

"Ann…"

For that moment, they continued to build and share the same warmth at the same time.

"Ahh! Oh, yes…"

It was all but a tease she had, but she found her voice, musing around, and fought for the noise around.

Yet even in the heat of the moment, she caught the clinking sound—almost like a chime of what made her mind throw to a storm.

'W—What—was that a belt? Or a—"

His touches began to slink to her waist, and she let out another round of sultry voice as she got driven to the edge.

Even the cozy, warm quilt that embraced Nathalie, the bindings from her cuffed wrist tightened enough to make her moan, gave her discomfort. 

The roars of the booming thunder had yet to surprise her with a flinch; however, his supposedly big, firm arms—in deep contrast, which was enough to crush her—was an embrace full of passion and care for her. He was even a top contender upon making her feel so terrified, trembling herself every second of it.

She squirmed and squirmed, wanting to break free, but she was beyond powerless as the sudden mass of Athan's toned muscles pressed against her with the kind of warmth she didn't know she needed at the moment.

Neck and neck...

Chest to chest…

Palm to palm...

Thigh to thigh…

Shin to shin…

Nathalie was all pinned, but she wasn't far from surrendering in the position she had.

Every touch from him was electrifying, sending tingling waves that assaulted her senses. Though from the hissing waters cascaded turned out to be apt and solemn as his warm, husky breaths were in and became music to her ears.

"Hnngnn… Noah...Hah—Ahh!"

Nathalie yelped as his defined jawline grazed over her cheek. 

Closer and closer, she couldn't help herself but let out a whimper. With a warm blow to her ears, he whispered, "Violette, I want you… May I have this moment and do the honor?"

The moment he uttered the words worked like magic as she moaned, "Yes, please."

Arching her back only to press against his broad chest from hers so soft and supple, with only the thin fabric of her dress was in between them.

His hand slid to her back and found its way to the zipper, following the lines down, and soon unraveled from the tightness of it. Out of every inch of her fair skin now exposed from the coldness, she gasped aloud from his skin that rubbed against her. 

But her mind went into a delay as the sensation spiked up with his mouth went for the amorous licks and suckles on her pink, taut nipples.

Breaths of hers became hoarse, and she was at a loss of words to even mumble at this point as she succumbed to the pleasure.

The warmth was going nowhere, and so did the sweat, with more and more of it spilled all over their skin.

"Athan, please..."

"Hmm?"

"Unhand me."

"Isn't it obvious, dear?" he scoffed. Another rustle came again, shifting his body in a little distance between them. "I have to punish you, don't I?"

A blatant refusal.

By and by, only a hard gulp was all she had as her throat ran dry.

'Oh, dear…' She pondered a tad bit as the hesitation came; she needed to break the silence once more.

"... I want to see you," she muttered with hitched breaths in between. "Please…"

Brave enough to dismiss the subtle discomfort and only pleaded after, which as the pleasure continued to pour down in her.

Only but a peal of deep chuckle became her muse despite how her mind went blank after her audacious request.

"I don't know what to do to you, Violette." He whispered back to her ear after he made a noble on it, earning another round of moan.

In that instant, her blood rushed with immense heat from the palpitations she got, and undeniably so, a part of her screamed for ecstasy, nothing but this, as she needed it the most.

It was torture, something she liked so far.

His body pressing down on her, now slowly let go with the creaking sound of the bed, making her confused. Yet, at the same time, from the wrap on had her eyes began to loosen up had fallen off slowly.

The darkness of the room disappeared as the flash of lightning struck, liting up in a fraction of a second. 

Though it was enough for her eyes to capture his stark, huge silhouette, carving through the ridges and cuts of his muscles by the torso, he had brushed his slick black hair to the back while he flashed a devilish grin, which had her heart skip a beat.

Then, it was nothing but almost pitch-darkness as his manly figure vanished in front of her, only left with his beaming crimson eyes, leaving a fragment of the frame she remembered.

Yet her mind turned into mush, and a little of her rationality remained when he went back to her other nipple, also begging for a ravage.

Nathalie chorused several yesses and lewd noises when his hands went for her nipples, and from the drenched fabric down there found the way to her click—all of her sensitive zones played round and round. 

Her arms and legs went to a twist and wiggles, but she had little to no movement from his large physique.

Every part of her body went ablaze from the intensity of the passionate moves thus far, no roughness and quickness, a time she needed to enamor for the time being.

Athan was all in for her, echoing a slurp and smooches around them while squeezing her tight.

Their time has just started.