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!"

shoulders. How could he not want to? But he couldn't. He

this situation would only

"It will be after your studies —when I formally propose to your parents and marry you

his voice husky. "I need to be

eyes, radiating a soft, warm light

gradually calmed down. Once she regained composure, she chuckled, her cheeks flushed. She murmured, "You make it

if

his fingers through her

been his back in Flinge. She was his cherished treasure, and while he desired her, he feared

that once I finish

"Mm."

"No backing out!"

out on promises to

if my parents make things difficult

chuckled. "As long as you don't marry someone else, I'll marry you sooner