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!"

want to? But he couldn't. He feared hurting

in this situation would only hurt

his voice low. "It will be after your

voice husky. "I need

beautiful eyes, radiating a soft, warm light that

she chuckled, her cheeks flushed.

her, also smiling. "Even if you

fingers through her long

something to her, she would have been his back in Flinge. She was his cherished treasure, and while he desired

said softly, "You promised that once I finish my studies, you'll go to

"Mm."

"No backing out!"

I ever backed out

my parents make

as you don't marry someone else,