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!"

he not want to? But

restraining themselves in this situation would only

eyes, his voice low. "It will be after your studies —when I formally propose to your parents and marry you through proper rituals! On our

voice husky. "I

radiating a soft, warm

calmed down. Once she regained composure, she chuckled, her cheeks flushed. She

also smiling. "Even if you did something to me, I trust

ran his fingers through

his back in Flinge. She was his

that once I finish my studies, you'll go to my home for the

"Mm."

"No backing out!"

I ever backed out

my parents make things

long as you don't marry someone else, I'll marry you sooner