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!"

How could he not want to? But he

restraining themselves in this situation would

if I desire you, it can't be now!" He looked into her eyes, his voice low. "It will be after your studies —when I formally propose to your parents and marry you through proper rituals!

He swallowed, his voice husky. "I need to

a

chuckled, her cheeks flushed. She

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

fingers through her long

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

once I finish my studies, you'll go

"Mm."

"No backing out!"

out

make things

as you don't marry someone else,