Page 79 of Hollowed

“Yes,” I breathed.

He drank me in with his gaze.

And I let him.

“Tell me.”

“I am the place you return to.”

His breath caught.

“Say it again.”

“I am where you come back.”

He shifted.

I saw his cock harden beneath the fabric of his robe.

He didn’t free it.

He didn’t move.

Heenduredthe want.

“You want to be kept?” he asked.

“I already am.”

His hand flexed against the stone.

I tilted my head.

“Then keep me too,” I said.

He groaned.

A low, broken sound like a prayer that had been denied too long.

Still—he didn’t reach.

So I did.

Bound, bare, trembling—I leaned in.

I pressed my mouth to his thigh. Then higher.

His cock twitched beneath his robe.

I wanted to feel it.

I wanted to take it.

“Let me show you what it means to be kept.”

And I did.

I undressed him like I was stripping away history.

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