Page 122 of Vega

“I’m Glasses, remember? I’m a smart girl. I’ll never risk the healed version of me for the fairytale version of us.”

My dominance came out. I took her hand and led her toward the bedroom, feeling every day I restrained myself follow us down the hall. Every time I had stopped myself, the kiss I had ended too soon, every night I had lay beside her with my hands to myself, all of it pressed into that short walk.

I had wanted her for too long. I had wanted Sonnet while she argued with me, while she cooked in my kitchen, while she fell asleep beside me, while she looked at me like she was trying to decide whether I was the worst thing that had ever happened to her or the safest place she had left.

Now she had chosen. She had said yes. And every part of me understood what that meant.

By the time we reached the bedroom door, my patience was thin, my control was working harder than it ever had, and my body was already preparing to show her exactly what I had been holding back.

For a moment, we just stood in the middle of the bedroom floor, me staring down into her hopeful, needy eyes.

I took her in. All of her. The glasses. The lips she had parted because her breathing had already changed. The way her fingers curled at her sides like she didn’t know whether to reach for me or wait for permission. The nervous little lift of her chin that told me she was scared, excited, and trying hard not to show either one too much.

She had no idea what she looked like standing there. She was soft, beautiful, and mine. I had spent weeks watching her become part of my life while forcing myself not to take the part of her I wanted most. I had listened to her breathe in the dark and reminded myself that wanting her didn’t give me the right to have her.

But she had chosen this. She had chosen me. She was looking up at me like she trusted me to lead and every bit of patience in me started to unravel.

I didn’t rush. I wanted to remember this version of her. The last few seconds before I touched her and changed everything between us. I stared at her like I was studying something rare, something I had hunted, protected, fought for, and nearly lost. She wasn’t prey because she was weak. Sonnet had never been weak. She was prey because I wanted to consume every guarded, untouched, stubborn part of her until there was no distance left between what she felt and what I knew.

Her tongue swept across her glossy bottom lip.

My patience almost left me right there.

“You still sure?” I asked.

Her eyes searched mine. “Yes.”

“One more time,” I said.

She swallowed, but she didn’t look away. “I want you, Vega.”

The words moved through me with enough force to end every argument I had been having with myself.

I stepped closer, and she stayed where she was.

I lifted my hand to her face and brushed my thumb along her cheek. “You understand what happens after this?”

Her voice came out soft. “No. What?”

I lowered my head until my mouth hovered near hers. “Questa fica è mia. (I own this pussy). And no one else can ever know how it feels to be inside of you.”

Her lashes fluttered. “I know.”

Smiling slyly, I took my time undressing her. My hands glided over her body with deliberate slowness, peeling away each layer until she stood naked before me. The sight of her fully naked after craving it for so long made my dick painfully hard. Her smooth skin, the way her breasts rose with each breath, the inviting curve of her hips and the glistening promise between her thighs.

“Fuck, baby, you have no idea how sexy this is,” I murmured. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”

I leaned in to kiss her deeply. Our tongues met as my palms explored her sides, then cupped her breasts, thumbs circling her nipples until they peaked under my touch. She arched into me, and a quiet moan escaped as I trailed my mouth lower, pressing open kisses along her collarbone and down to suckle each nipple in turn, flicking my tongue over the sensitive buds while my fingers traced teasing patterns over her stomach and thighs. Her body responded with subtle shifts and quickened breaths as I avoided her center for now, building the anticipation with every caress and lick.

When she was flushed and restless, I guided her to lie back on the bed and part her legs wider. I settled between them, starting with gentle kisses along her inner thighs, my breath warm and teasing against her skin. My tongue finally swept over her pussy in long, slow strokes, savoring her taste and the way she trembled at the contact. I took my time, licking and exploring before focusing on her clit, sucking it gently at first then with more pressure as I slid two fingers inside her, feeling her walls clench around them.

I kept the rhythm steady, adjusting based on her reactions, my tongue circling and flicking while my fingers curled to stroke that sensitive spot inside her. “You want more?” I asked between licks, checking in as her hips began to rock.

"Please don't stop."

I watched every reaction closely—her hips lifting, her breathing turning ragged—as I sucked harder on her clit and thrust my fingers deeper.

My tongue drove straight in, lapping greedily at her dripping entrance before dragging up to circle her clit in tight, relentless strokes. I sucked the swollen bud hard between my lips, flicking it fast and firm while two fingers pumped deep, twisting and curling to stroke her inner walls. Juices coated my chin as I feasted. My tongue plunged back inside her to fuck her with it, then returning to suck and nibble at her clit until her hips jerked wildly.