He was just as clearly in no hurry to finish, matching her slow movements with ones of his own, drawing out her pleasure. He could easily meet her gaze, though he felt a small part of him that was still acting like a mortal keep trying to flinch away from the purity in the gaze. It was also making him feel a bit ashamed about 'corrupting' her, though he knew that the only 'corruption' was a willing one, that she eagerly embraced even as she embraced him. He kissed her throat, one hand caressing her buttocks and helping her move with him, the other cupping her bountiful breasts.