When he closed his eyes he could see her as ivory, how he'd treated her. It took years to complete, because Pygmalion was very meticulous.
He washed over her at least once before taking off any of his clothes. Others would try to make him feel like he had given her no free will. She could have walked away from him, but it would have been disrespectful to the work he'd done.
He captured her mouth again, letting any fantasies he'd held before become reality. She only wanted him, that was the only thing that mattered. She would only say his name, only touch him with want, only love him unconditionally.