He was afraid to stop kissing her. He was afraid she would try to leave him again. She pulled away ever so slightly to curse him, but she came back to his lips. He knew he had been right about how she felt about him.
Kissing her was like being in paradise and he never wanted to leave there again. Hermod had to make Bast want to stay with him as well. In spite of the risks. Maybe to embrace the risks.
He would never make her stay with him by force. But he was not going to stop fighting for her. For them.
He kept kissing her, holding her as tightly as he could without trapping her. He loved her.