Third Person's POV...
Raven stood outside Riyan's suite, her heart racing with a mixture of anticipation and impatience. When the door finally opened, revealing Riyan with just a towel wrapped around his lower body, her breath caught.
His wet black hair clung to his forehead, droplets of water tracing the contours of his perfectly sculpted muscles, and his red eyes seemed to burn with an intensity that made her heart skip a beat.
Desire flared up inside her like a wild fire, and before she knew it, she had pushed him back into the room, slamming the door shut behind her.
"Yan..." she whispered, her voice a mix of need and urgency. Without giving him a chance to respond, she pressed him against the wall, her body flush against his. Her lips found his neck, and she kissed him deeply, almost desperately, like a vampire drawing sustenance from its prey.
