Lisa's P.O.V.
I surprised Davis with one of my sexier lingeries. I never expected it to be torn down the middle, but God, was he sexy as fuck. My body still echoed with the ecstasy that Davis had just brought me. I was not sure what came over me, but I had wanted to feel his power in a new way. My body craved to feel him as deep inside of me as possible.
Davis was quick to oblige, giving me more than I thought I could take. It was heaven on earth. He was making good on his promise too, as he still hadn't pulled out of me. Instead, he wrapped me in his warm embrace and rubbed my back lightly over the thin, soft material of my lingerie.
"I love you, Lisa."
The look he gave me melted me inside and out. His eyes stared at me so lovingly, so intently, that I thought my heart would burst. There was no doubt in my mind that this man was entirely mine, and I was his. We held each other's hearts, and I couldn't ask for a better man to love.
"I love you, too."
I traced small circles on his arm as I looked away from the intensity of his blue eyes. It felt almost like too much. I have never been loved so deeply, or cared for so well. Except for John, Davis was the first man to treat me this way.
I think John was my first love, even if I denied myself to think so at that time. I didn't want to ruin his and Lucas' friendship, so I never told Lucas, and promptly broke it off with John when he told me he loved me. It had freaked me out, only because I knew I loved him too.
I still see his face, laying in that casket when I close my eyes. That playful smile of his was nonexistent in death. It was the thing I missed the most, the thing that brought me happiness. It was impossible not to mirror his smile when he flashed it at you.
"I have a question, one I wanted to ask with a grand gesture, but somehow this feels just right." Davis broke my train of thought, bringing me back to reality.
My heart picked up its pace as I looked back into those eyes. I felt my stomach swirl with a million butterflies as I wondered what this question could be. My mind raced, a bit worried he was about to propose, feeling uncertain if I was ready for that yet.
Although I could easily picture myself growing old with Davis, I know I still need time. He already had a daughter, one that was fully grown. I was not sure if he wanted another, but I most certainly wanted to be a mother. And if we had a kid, then he'd be, what? In his sixties by the time our kid was twenty. That just seemed so odd to me.
"Okay, ask away."
"Will you," my heart felt like it would explode from my chest as he spoke, "take part in one of my ring fights? I think you're ready."
Oh, my heart, be still.
I think I just fell more in love with my Viking. I scratched at his facial hair as I smiled widely at him. He had been watching me train with Izzy, but I hadn't noticed that he was assessing me as well. It made me so happy to know that he thought I was ready. I nodded my head in excitement, but there were definitely nerves swirling about in my stomach.
"You really think I'm ready?"
"I know you are, my little warrior. It seems you really needed Izzy to bring you out more."
"So when is it?" I asked excitedly, itching to fight already. He chuckled in response as his eyes twinkled with amusement.
"Next Friday. I'll put you in the ring with the other beginners. I do beginner fights once a month. The ones that prove to be a good move up in status. I hope you know I won't be pairing you with someone I know you're going to beat. I liked to pair people that will challenge one another. You'll be going against someone with the same amount of skill as you." He traced his finger along my arm as he spoke, leaving goosebumps in his trail.
"I understand."
"Good. I can't wait to see you beat their ass."
He leaned down, kissing my forehead, making my heart flutter. I leaned into him more, allowing my exposed breasts to press against his chest. His body was so warm. It was absolute perfection, crafted perfectly by the gods to be my weakness. There was a long silence as we enjoyed each other until my stomach growled, anyway. I blushed as he chuckled, looking down at my now tinted pink cheeks.
"Are you hungry?"
"Maybe a little," I responded, averting my eyes from his amused expression.
"Well then, let's get you fed."
I frowned, not wanting him to slip out of me already. When he leaned over me, wrapping my legs around his torso and pulling me up, I realized he didn't plan on removing his dick from me at all. He carried me, causing his dick to slide in and out of me slightly with each step he took. I could feel him get hard again as he descended the stairs. Each step down drove him deep inside me, making me moan as I swayed my hips over him.
"Fuck, Lisa, you better stop before we fall." He smirked at me, loving how hungry I was for him.
I waited for him to make it all the way downstairs before I continued grinding myself against him. I pulled myself up higher, using his shoulders as support as I began to slide up and down on his dick as he walked. His hands gripped my ass, helping me move further up before crashing back down on the base of his shaft.
Unable to hold back any longer, he pinned me against the wall beside the kitchen doorway. I slid up and down as he thrust inside me. His head leaned down, sucking at my breast again as his hands parted my ass cheeks.
