Lisa's P.O. V.
I watched Davis hungrily. I was horny as hell, and I wanted him desperately. It felt like I had a craving that only he could satisfy. I ran my hand over those large muscular arms of his, working up towards his face. I pressed my half naked body against him, standing on the tips of my toes. My lips met his in a fervent passion, sucking and licking. My hands held him close, pushing him into me while pulling me into him, simultaneously.
I know this is wrong. I know that I have to marry Chris and that I'll have to bear him a child. The rules to making a baby haven't changed. I will have to sleep with Chris, but all I want is Davis. I want him in me, on me, with me. There's no denying the hunger I have for him deep inside me. I want to pretend that it's not there, to make all this less complicated, but it's impossible. It's ingrained in me, and doesn't want to let go. He's safe, kind, warm, and caring. He's all that I want.