The sight of her robbed him of his voice. He stared at her, not even trying to hide it, as he stammered through, "G-gods, you- You're- Peitho-" Instead of talking, he moved towards her, taking her into his arms and laying her back on the bed as he kissed her neck, down down down.
She was everything. The feel of her was overwhelming and he took her nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, moaning against her skin.
He needed this. How the hell had he not realised how much he needed this. Her.