143. Tidus bedroom

Exhausted and defeated, Tidus turned his thoughts to his Mate. Their last meeting at the kitchen was wierd.

He lay there thinking of Lidya. Her smile lit up the room like an early spring morning sunrise. Her white skin looked like the silkiest, richest, most expensive vanilla he’d ever tasted and it was as soft as a baby’s blanket. She smelled of strong female—feisty and opinionated, yet with a subtle hint of ultra femininity that would set any man’s soul on fire. Her light brown eyes, almost catlike, reminded him of creamy caramel. Her voice rolled over his skin like the thickest honey and her hips, the woman’s hips had a sway that would put any  woman to shame. She had long muscular legs that showed she was no stranger to the gym. Her C-cup breasts were high and firm. She fit his body like a well-tailored suit, one he was dying to get into.

His private part was hard enough and it hurt. Thinking of her had