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I was on the balcony, the cool night air kissing my skin, when Priest found me a couple hours after the scene on the beach. I wasn’t even thinking about what happened. I just needed a moment of peace.

The sky cracked open as soon as he stepped out. Rain started falling fast, soaking through my nightshirt, plastering it to my body. I didn’t move. I just looked at him.

He came up behind me. “Fuck, Miyori , I’m sorry.”

He ran his hands over my waist, up my ribs, gripping my hips like he couldn’t believe I was still standing there. “I just get so fucking mad at the thought of losing you. I can’t—fuck—I can’t take it.”

It was the first time he’d ever apologized. For anything.

And like a sick joke, my pussy throbbed .

I didn’t say a word, just turned and looked up at him. His eyes were full of it—hunger, guilt, and something that looked too close to love.

The fear was sudden.

It wasn’t the kind that makes you scream—but the kind that crawls slow up your spine and whispers ugly truths in your ear.

Fucking with him, I was going to end up locked in some room. Driven crazy. Or dead.

That thought came so clear it chilled me harder than the rain.

And still... I didn’t want to let go.

Because then what?

Go back to quiet nights and empty beds? Go back to being broke? I had already let him take pieces of me I can’t get back. So like he said, in for a penny, in for a pound of flesh.

He grabbed me suddenly, lifting me off my feet like I weighed nothing, and carried me toward the edge of the balcony where the rain came down hardest. He set me down on the balcony table, instantly we were soaking wet from the rain. He peeled my nightshirt off over my head.

My nipples were already hard from the cold water, and the way he stared at me, like I was his last meal, made my thighs clench.

He dragged his fingers across the stretch marks on my hips, my belly, like he was trying to memorize the feeling of my flesh.

Then he kissed me—messy, open-mouthed, tongue deep, like he was trying to fuck the apology into me first.

He cupped my breasts, thumbs circling my nipples until I moaned. I could feel his dick, rock hard, pressing against me through his pants.

“Please,” I breathed, too turned on to play tough. “Priest… I need you inside me.”

He didn’t waste time. Dropped his pants. Took my thighs in his hands and pulled me to the edge, lifting one leg over his hip. He slid in with one deep, hard thrust that made me cry out.

“Shit,” he groaned, biting down on my shoulder. “You’re so fucking tight.”

I clenched around him, hips rocking, chasing the friction I needed. Rain poured over us. The cold air mixed with the heat between our bodies made every thrust feel dirtier, wetter. Better.

He fucked me like he was punishing himself. Like he hated how good I felt.

“Every time I’m in you,” he grunted, slamming into me harder, “I forget everything.”

I moaned, fingers digging into his soaked shirt, holding on for dear life.

“You’re mine,” he panted. “Say it.”

“Yours,” I gasped. “Yours. ”

My legs trembled as the orgasm built in me, sharp and hot, taking over my whole body.

“Priest—fuck—I’m gonna cum.”

“Do it,” he growled. “Cream on my dick. Let me feel it.”

I broke apart around him, screaming his name like it was ripped from my chest. My legs locked around him and I shook. He hissed, shoved in deeper, and came with a guttural groan, nutting inside me, hips jerking.

We stayed like that—drenched, breathless, holding each other in the storm.

After a minute, he slowly pulled out, still hard. He tucked himself back into his pants and lifted me again, carrying me inside like I was breakable.

He sat me on the counter, chest rising fast, rain dripping from his hair.

“I love you,” he said, pressing his forehead to mine. “I’ve loved you since the second you opened that fucking door.”

I didn’t say it back.

But I didn’t pull away, either.

His hand came up, gripping my jaw, holding me so that I couldn’t look away.

“You don’t say it back,” he murmured, “and I won’t press it. I won’t ask again.”

His thumb traced my bottom lip, and I could feel his restraint vibrating under his skin like a bomb counting down.

“But because I love you. I can’t fucking breathe without you—just know this…”

He leaned in until his mouth brushed mine,he whispered like his words were secret he wasn’t supposed to tell me.

“If I ever feel you slipping from me again… neither one of us will be breathing.”

He threatened me.

Then he kissed me softly.