Married a Secret Billionaire

Persephone's hand wandered up and down his body.

Morpheus grabbed her hand with a frown. He exerted too much force, causing her to let out a low gasp. He quickly let go and turned to look at her.

"Did I hurt you?"

Persephone pouted, turning her face away.

Morpheus stood there stiffly, not reacting for a while. Despite that, there was a restlessness within him, a raging tumult—his last bit of rationality felt fragile and almost laughable.

Persephone lowered her head, her face getting warmer. Outside, the rain poured heavily, but the temperature inside the cave shot up. Her heartbeat echoed loudly in her ears.

"Morpheus..." After a silent moment, she approached him again, placing her hands on his waist and resting her head against his solid chest.

Morpheus panicked, afraid she might sense something was not quite calm with him.

"Sephy, don't do this!"

"Don't you..."

"Not now!"

could he not want to?

in this situation would only hurt

eyes, his voice low. "It will be after your studies

husky. "I need to be

her beautiful eyes, radiating a

chuckled, her cheeks flushed. She

her, also smiling. "Even if you did something to me, I trust you'd take

fingers

to do something to her, she would have been his back in Flinge. She was his

once I finish my

"Mm."

"No backing out!"

backed out on promises to

make things difficult

long as you don't marry someone else,