He studied her eyes for a long moment, looking deep into them, before he acted, though a part of him was also concidering how good it felt to hold her in his arms.  A moment later, he did indeed kiss her, his lips against hers, savoring every moment, as he held her against him, his hands sliding down to her behind, and pulling her close enough that her body was pressed against his.  He was not concerned in the slightest if she wanted this or not, he wanted it, and she was his, or at least, that was the way it was put together in his own mind.  Of course, part of the binding made it so that she did want him, that much, she couldn't help, but it was just lust, and a strong desire, she still had control of herself beyond that... at least, until or unless he commanded her.