" The corners of his mouth twitched. “God’s Blood, you are a naïve child. Do you truly believe that all marriages are decent and that all women go to the marriage bed as virgins?” Furious all over again, she tried to yank herself from his grasp but he held her tight. “I told you that I would not be your whore and I meant it. I’ll kill myself first.” “And I told you that you will not be my whore. You will be my wife. There is a distinct difference.” She froze mid-struggle. The golden brown eyes bulged to the point of popping from her skull. “What?” she managed to blurt. He stood tall from his position of hovering over her, his hands still on her arms, and kissed her chastely on the forehead. "
― Kathryn Le Veque , The Dark Lord (Titans, #1)