Aphrodite had not anticipated the restraint and her lips parted in a soft, silent gasp as she felt the pressure from his mouth against her. She looked down, her eyes dark with lust and he was rewarded with a lick of her lips. There was something about the way he moved that held promise to it in a way Aphrodite didn't comprehend and it was doing wonders for her. The anticipation felt like it was setting her skin on fire and that was such a new, old feeling that it was incredible. She knew once he tasted her, he'd taste whatever he desired, but right now, even without the lure that was her being, he seemed entranced and that was amazing.