His hand moved to take hers, lacing their fingers as he pinned her hand above her head, still moaning in her ear, "I love you, Lyra.." He moaned lowly.
Orin had done his best to keep Lyra as happy and as satisfied as he could, but it seemed to him that Elves were rather insatiable. He had to pry himself away from her most days, not that he minded, he just didn't want to get caught with her.