Page 78 of Hollowed

His eyes flickered like flame.

“But not because I made you.”

“No,” I whispered. “Because I wanted to be.”

That truth hit him like scripture. He inhaled sharply, like it branded him from the inside.

Then he stepped back.

Sat.

Spread his knees.

Held out a hand.

“Come kneel.”

I did.

Not because I was told.

Because I wanted to be seen the way he saw me—holy.

I walked slowly.

Let the robe fall.

Let the cold kiss my skin.

And then I dropped to my knees between his legs.

Bound.

Bare.

Burning.

He didn’t touch me.

He justwatched.

And somehow that undid me more than anything else ever could.

He didn’t spread his arms.

Didn’t reach for his cock.

He sat like a vow—still, silent, waiting.

My knees ached.

But I stayed.

Because this wasn’t submission.

This wasworship.

“Do you know what you are now?” he asked again.

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