Those words make his heart catch in his throat and it's the first time that he realizes her being his, even if only for a little while, is a desire stretching longer than this moment. They're taught well to ignore urges or to look at others around them sexually fulfilling, but with all the restrictions and being human, physical pleasures win out eventually somewhere in some way. And he's seen them most often fall to the forces of what they stand against.

He's not a complete stranger to this but the last woman he had touched wasn't like her. Chizuru is absolutely lovely, though—she surely can't understand how much so with her lack of self-esteem and manages to give an air of purity to a rather impure activity.

It's then that he shifts back letting his hands set her gently back against the altar, hands trailing down her torso and along to caress her hips and then thighs before proceeding to spread them wide open to expose herself more openly to him.

"Then, please, I... I want to touch... and... hear you, just a little longer," He admits shyly barely loud enough for her to hear as if someone else might be around to listen in. Regardless, he's not shy enough to stop himself: moving and trailing his hands down to keep her legs spread open he leans in and brings his tongue to run up against her clitoris rather than continue to touch her with his hands.