As soft as the world's finest silk to the touch; this was the only way Bai Zemin could describe Lilith's lips.
Even though it was only a friction so small that if he wasn't paying attention it would pass unnoticed and so swift that it was less than a thousandth of a second, the difference between nothing and everything was too much to go unnoticed.
Bai Zemin had to fight with everything he had not to purse his lips in an attempt to feel more of that delicious mouth that drew away even faster than it came.
He thought his decisiveness and mental stronghold were firm enough to withstand everything, but for the first time since the apocalypse began, he realized how weak a man was when it came to a woman; not to mention a woman so beautiful that every other woman on Earth paled to the point of being unworthy of mention.
