" The moment he touched me, my universe constricted to the space between our lips. We were a snarl of limbs and bright-burning kisses. Amar held me to him, strong hands burning against my neck and waist. And even though vengeance thrummed in my skin, a part of me drowned in the feel of him. He murmured my name with each kiss until it no longer seemed to belong to me. It was a song, a prayer, a plea.
But when I pulled him to the bed, he paused. His breathing was ragged and when he looked at me his eyes were damp with desire.
“Wait, my queen,” he breathed. “I want you to know me first. I want you to know this place where you are empress.”
He rubbed his thumb along my jaw and the braceleted noose around his wrist glared. Disbelief coiled sharply in my throat. I already knew about this realm. I already knew who he was. But I almost forgot when he reached out to trace my lips.
“Any farther,” he started, his voice hoarse with want, “and I would not know how to stop. "

― Roshani Chokshi , The Star-Touched Queen (The Star-Touched Queen, #1)