Third Person Point of View
Eash's lips crashed against Riley's desperately, his hands gripping her waist as if he wanted to devour her whole. There was no tenderness, only a primal claim of ownership. Riley gasped as his teeth grazed her lower lip. She tried to pull back, but his fingers tangled in her hair, holding her head in place.
"Eash..." She barely whispered his name before he deepened the kiss, his tongue invading her mouth, exploring every corner with possessive intensity.
Finally, after only God knew how long, Eash tore away, resting his forehead against hers. His breathing was ragged. He placed a lingering kiss on her forehead.
"You're not allowed to praise him in front of me..." he muttered, his thumb brushing her flushed cheeks.
"I didn't praise him. I just stated facts."
