" A strong arm wound around my back and pulled me close, long fingers trailing the indent of my spine until his hand was buried in my hair. “The games end here.” His words danced over my lips. “At this embrace, at this touch of my lips to yours, I swear to you”—he kissed me, hard, soft, and swift—“what is left of my heart is yours. "

― Ella Fields , A King so Cold (Royals, #1)