Reincarnate as the Villainess's Husband

Velriona took a deep breath, trying to avert her eyes from Neonidas. However, the young man's determination and self-assured demeanor captivated her more with each passing second. Her body, tense under her nightgown, writhed in a whirlwind of emotions. On one hand, she wanted to maintain control and preserve her composure as a mother. On the other, desires long suppressed over the years flared up with every word Neonidas whispered in her mind.

"I know what you want..." Velriona whispered, her voice barely audible, trembling. She fixed her gaze on the rug beneath her feet, the flush on her face evident.

Neonidas approached her with a sly smile on his lips. "Then there's no need to resist, is there?" he murmured, letting his hand rest lightly on Velriona's shoulder, his fingers grazing her skin. The touch sent a ripple through her body, like an electric wave.

"Neonidas…" Velriona's voice wavered between warning and surrender. "This… isn't right."

Neonidas withdrew his hand and tilted his head slightly. "Right or wrong, dear Velriona… this is your choice," he said softly. "But remember, you said you'd do anything to protect your daughter. This is just one more sacrifice. Besides, there's no need to hold back for a man who doesn't love you and will soon be gone."

Velriona considered his words. His candid and manipulative manner of speaking revealed the dangerous nature of his mind. Yet, at the same time, his confidence and control drew her in, making her susceptible to his allure.

"If there's anything else I must do… say it clearly," Velriona said, turning to face Neonidas with a brave expression. But the quiver in her voice betrayed the turmoil within her.

Neonidas detected her hesitation. He sensed it was time to push her limits. "All you need to do is trust me… and surrender yourself to this moment," he said.

Velriona inhaled deeply. Her eyes lingered on Neonidas' confident stance and piercing gaze. Inside, a storm raged; torn between her moral values, responsibilities as a mother, and her own desires. Yet Neonidas' words steadily eroded the walls she had built in her mind.

"Trust you?" she asked, furrowing her brows slightly. "Neonidas, you… are dangerous. To me, to my daughter. But perhaps most of all, to myself."

A mocking smile spread across Neonidas' face. "Danger, is sometimes the only thing people need. It's what keeps you alive, what makes you feel alive." He took a step closer, their breaths almost intertwining. "But I must admit, it's no easy feat to sway a strong woman like you. Still, I've noticed something…You want to resist me, yet you can't seem to escape this."

Velriona clenched her fists, taking a step back. "Don't push me, Neonidas. If I'm to make a choice, it must be by my own will. Not through your words or games."

Neonidas tilted his head, watching her intently. "A fair request," he murmured. "But you must understand, I'm not playing games; I'm merely speaking the truth. Your will… already want to be with me. You're just afraid to admit it."

For a moment, Velriona felt lost. She knew talking to him was a dead end. Neonidas, with his charm and intelligence, seemed to anticipate her every move.

Neonidas' hands moved slowly, gently trailing down Velriona's back. "Just one word…" he whispered in her ear.

Velriona closed her trembling eyes. She knew this moment was inevitable, and truthfully, she was ready to make this sacrifice. While she framed it as a sacrifice for her daughter, her body said otherwise. Still, in her mind, this was a mother's selfless act. For the first time in her life, she found herself unable to resist a man's allure—perhaps she didn't want to.

She turned and gazed into the eyes of the young man, looking at her with desire. A single sentence escaped her lips. "Take what you want," Velriona said, her voice soft but tinged with the fragile traces of surrender.

With her words, Neonidas knew he had her consent. Without further delay, he acted. Slowly, he leaned closer, their breaths mingling as his lips finally met Velriona's soft, full ones. The first touch was gentle, as if time had stopped, leaving only the two of them. Neonidas pressed his lips to hers delicately, as though afraid of breaking her. This was only the beginning; he was eager to convey the depth of his touch.

Velriona's breath caught. All the worries, moral dilemmas, and attempts at restraint in her mind dissolved in an instant. The warmth and passion of Neonidas' lips unleashed desires she had kept bottled up for years. She closed her eyes involuntarily, surrendering completely to the moment.

Neonidas pulled back slightly, but the connection between them remained unbroken. His eyes traveled over her flushed cheeks and trembling lashes. Then, with renewed resolve, he returned, this time with a more passionate kiss. His lips moved in harmony with hers, tilting his head slightly for a deeper connection. Each touch of his lips conveyed passion, each movement, raw desire.

His hands gently rested on Velriona's waist, his fingertips lightly grazing her soft skin as she instinctively stepped closer to him. The proximity intensified the magnetic pull between them. Velriona's hands, seemingly moving of their own accord, reached for Neonidas' shoulders. Feeling the strength and steadiness of his stance, she surrendered further to the closeness.

Neonidas eased the kiss momentarily, then gently caught her lower lip between his teeth, giving it a soft bite. The small but powerful gesture drew a sharp breath from Velriona. Their kiss, once rhythmic, now overflowed with uncontrollable, raw passion. It wasn't just their bodies that were entwined but their souls, binding them in an undeniable connection.

As Velriona responded to his passion, an unknown excitement replaced every fear and hesitation. Neonidas' hands slid lower and lower and then grabbed Velriona's hips with both hands, pulling her into his embrace. Velriona let out a hoarse scream into the young man's mouth, but did not resist. Straightening her legs, she took a more comfortable position on Neonidas' lap, but this movement made her feel a hard rod pressing against her crotch.

Even on nights when Velriona was alone, she did not satisfy her own sensual body, depriving it of the pleasure it needed. But that's why Velriona's face was now deeply flushed, because Neonidas' pants were about to get wet. The nectar flowing from her vagina resembled a waterfall.

Their kiss became more and more passionate as Neonidas gently grabbed her red hair. Neonidas invaded the inside of her mouth with his tongue. At first he met with some resistance, but he soon crushed Velriona's rebellion, completely dominating her with his tongue. His shaft had hardened so much that it was throbbing as if screaming for help.

Then he lowered his hand from Velriona's red hair and grabbed her juicy ass again, this time hard. His big hands seemed to disappear in Velriona's big ass. Neonidas lifted her off his hips and led her to the bed. They were both in the grip of pure passion.

Behind the red curtain was a large bed, big enough for several people to sleep comfortably. One step away from the feather bed, the two were still kissing. Neonidas gently placed Velriona on the bed like a princess. Velriona realized that her heart was racing even faster because of this handsome young man's gentle behavior from the beginning.

Neonidas leaned down, leaving soft kisses on Velriona's neck. With his hands, he gently removed her nightgown. Velriona was wearing white plain underwear, and even in these ordinary undergarments her curvaceous body was not less attractive. It even gave her a different charm.

Her milky white skin, combined with skin as soft as a baby's, sent a wave of pleasure through Neonidas just touching her body. Velriona had a flushed face and a misty look in her eyes. Neonidas did not wait any longer for this beautiful woman and began to remove her clothes. There was no need to prolong the foreplay any longer. Velriona's lower lips were already completely wet from their kiss.

After Neonidas took off his clothes one after the other, he removed Velriona's panties, which were sticky with wetness. A pink, smooth and hairless vagina appeared, as if carefully made by the god of lust. When Neonidas touched Velriona's slit with his fingers, there was a pleasant moan in the room. Wasting no time, he aligned his penis with her hole and slowly thrust his hips, pushing his length deep into Velriona.

"Ahhh!~Umm~"

Velriona's heart was beating as if it would break her chest, while her mind felt as if it would drown from these waves of unfamiliar pleasure. She fought with all her might not to give in to these feelings. However, his body was not listening to him, responding to the intensity with every muscle trembling. The conflicting feelings inside him mixed with both fear and desire.

Closing her eyes tightly, she took a deep breath. "This... this isn't right," she whispered to herself, but she realized how weak her voice sounded. In deep desperation, he tried to press his chest down, to control the frantic beating of his heart. But tears welled up in her eyes from the excruciating pleasure of seeing the huge penis inside her moving along her wet walls. The next moment, when she felt Neonidas' lips on hers, they opened as if they had been waiting for this moment.