Page 96 of Hollowed

He vowed.

And it broke me.

Because I had waited to hear those words since the moment I knelt in his silence the first time.

I crawled into his lap.

Slow. Like I was moving through sacred time.

He didn’t reach for me.

He waited.

And I touched him like I was writing a new scripture.

I unfastened his robe.

Pushed it back.

Pressed my lips to the center of his chest.

Right over the sigil.

He groaned.

A sound torn from reverence.

Not lust.

Need.

I straddled him.

Took him in my hand.

Watched his mouth part.

Watched his head fall back.

And whispered?—

“You’re mine now.”

And then I sank down onto him.

Not to fuck.

To reclaim.

To make a space inside me for him to live.

His hands gripped my hips like he didn’t trust he was real.

I moved slowly.

With worship.

With ache.

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