Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

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!"

Morpheus grasped her shoulders. How could he not want to? But he couldn't. He
feared hurting her. Not restraining themselves in this situation would only hurt
her.

"Even 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! On our wedding night!

"Sephy..." He swallowed, his voice husky. "I need to be responsible for you!"
Persephone blinked her beautiful eyes, radiating a soft, warm light that
brightened the cave.

She gradually calmed down. Once she regained composure, she chuckled, her
cheeks flushed. She murmured, "You make it sound like I'm shamelessly begging
you..."

"Silly goose." Morpheus gently embraced her, also smiling. "Even if you did
something to me, I trust you'd take responsibility.”

Morpheus ran his fingers through her long hair.

If he had truly wanted to do something to her, she would have been his back in
Flinge. She was his cherished treasure, and while he desired her, he feared
hurting her.

"Morpheus..." Persephone said softly, "You promised that once I finish my
studies, you'll go to my home for the proposal!

Mm.

"No backing out!"

"Have I ever backed out on promises to you?"

"What if my parents make things difficult for you?"

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

Persephone was startled. "Did... Did you misunderstand something?"

"What?"

"About me and Christopher.” She bit her lip. "I know there have been rumors
lately, but between him and me—"

Before she could finish, Morpheus’ fervent lips pressed against hers. His kiss
carried a possessive dominance, engulfing her like a tidal wave.

Persephone felt delirious. Only when she began to pant did he reluctantly release
her.

"I never believe in what's said outside,” he whispered in her ear. "I only believe in
you."

"Morpheus..."

"The rain has stopped. I'll take you back."