Any kind of fear some men had of virginal women is the thing that had made Galatea such a prize for him. He'd created her in that image, as a contrast to the filth in his city. So, the fact that she was still devoted to him now made her just as pleasing.
He wasn't a lovesick puppy, but he was far more loose when he was with her. Marriage, which had once been a thing of status suddenly had become a thing of union. He gave up everything he had been to have her. He'd have given up his kingdom if it had been necessary.
Letting his arms fold in, he lay atop her gently, his hands still playing with her waves of blonde hair. She knew him without him saying a word, it was a truce only a creation and its creator could have. Even married couples today didn't always have that kind of connection. Theirs was quite special. She might one day turn to stone again and he'd still love her and marvel at her feet.
He broke their kiss to stare into her eyes. She could see his soul then. The words of love that flitted around his head but couldn't say as she'd completely enamored him. He let her kiss him again, completely lost in the moment.