This one is for Jada91, who was hoping for the rest of the wedding night. This is my first attempt at physical scenes, so reviews and opinions would be greatly appreciated. I hope you, dear reader, enjoy this.

Also thanks again to Jada91, I am hopeless with technology, I didn't even know there was a glitch. Here is the ACTUAL wedding night :)

"It's not wolf fur is it?"

"Definitely not. Unless you want to shed your skin to add to it..."

Nahuel closed the space between us, and crushed my searing body to his. My breath came in gasps as he kissed everywhere he could find, his hands running down my body from my shoulders, and back again. By the time he laid me on the furs, my fears had been entirely replaced with longing - I didn't feel like I could get close enough to him. He moved away from me just enough to close the tent, blocking out the world, and then he was with me again and I was flying, higher than ever....

He used his hands to shift the material of my dress up my legs, then followed his hands with his lips. Everywhere they touched burned as though a fire had been lit under my skin; my every nerve was alive and begging for more. His kisses reached the top of my thigh, and I arched, pleading and craving, but he skipped his mouth lightly to the other leg and trailed back down, this time hands following lips. My legs were shaking, and I reached for his head to pull him back up, but he was just out of my range. He slid his body up my legs, forcing them open for him to rest between, and for the heat to radiate from, sliding his hands up along me again to cup my face with one hand and tangle the other in my hair. He pressed his body against mine, hard and insistent, and I moaned; I felt warm, and wet, and just desperate. His breath fanned my face before he kissed me, his tongue teasing my lower lip. I tried to pull him in further, but he held back, continually tracing my lip with his tongue. I arced under him again, this time letting my pleas fill his mouth. I felt the smile curve the corners of his lips. He pressed light kisses to the corner of my mouth, my jaw, around to my ear, which he gently sucked. I twisted and turned, my hands grabbing at everything they could - who would have thought such a simple gesture could drive someone so wild, could send every hair on someone's body standing to attention? He laughed, and I decided he needed a taste of his own medicine. It was difficult, to push my brain through the fog of desire that had overtaken it, but I managed, and mimicked what he had done. I ran my hands over his body, the muscles rippling in his back, under his shirt. I scratched my nails lightly over his ribs, and felt a shiver, which in turn made me smile, and encouraged me to further exploration. I continued roaming with my hands, and pressed my mouth into his collarbone, nipping at the skin there. A low groan moved through him. My hands found the bottom of his shirt, and pulled up - I wanted to have full access - he had to raise himself and finish the job. I tugged on the waist of his pants as well - no barriers. His eyes opened wide at my obvious need.

"Yours too." I pulled my dress over my head, and covered my chest with my arms, momentarily embarrassed. He smiled but stood, letting his pants drop to the floor, and kicked them to the side. Wow. Seeing him there, naked and gleaming, his skin perfectly smooth and then looking down. Just wow. There was so much of him. I didn't wait for him to join me back on the floor; I knelt in front of him. My face was right there, but I turned to the side, kissed the inside of his thigh. I was no innocent, but I had never been so excited, had never been filled with such an overwhelming desire as I was now. I wanted every bit of him. I kissed up to his abdomen, ran my tongue around his belly button. His hands curled into the hair at the back of my neck, and when I raised my face to look at him I saw he had his head thrown back, the muscles in his neck straining. I ran my hands up his chest, smoothing them over his skin, drawing my body up to his. He pulled my face in, capturing my mouth, kissing away any possibility of rational thought. One of his hands released my hair, fingertips traced down my neck and chest to circle one breast, slowly closing in on the nipple. I pushed forward into his hand, straining, but he taunted me with his continuous circling. He pushed his tongue into my mouth, thrusting against my own, mimicking what it was he really wanted to do, and my legs turned to jelly, hot moisture flooded me again. The hand that was stroking my right breast trailed over to the other to lavish the same attention, before he dragged his mouth from mine, and placed a kiss into the valley between them. He moved his mouth over to the right, capturing the nipple, licking and sucking until it ached. Both my hands grabbed at his hair in desperation, pulling, pleading, begging for more. My breaths were shallow and quick, and so loud. The sensations were overwhelming. Heat was radiating from my centre, twisting through my belly, and down my legs. My skin was overheated at the best of time, now, I felt like I was on fire, while at the same time goose bumps stood out all over me. Nahuel drew his mouth from me, and pulled me into him, caressing my face. I could feel the hardness of him, pulsing against me, insistent, demanding. I had no fight against it; I wanted the same thing it did. I brushed my hand over the length of him, feeling the iron encased in velvet, felt his body stiffen, heard the growl escape. I had wrapped my fingers around him, tightening my grip, when he pushed me away, panting and glassy eyed. I tried to steady my own breathing, but I wasn't given a chance. One hand held the back of my neck, while his other arm swung my legs out from under me. He placed me carefully back on the furs and positioned himself over me, his eyes questioning me, assuring him that this was what I wanted. I didn't give him much of a chance to think, pulling his face into mine and wrapping my legs around his waist. He moaned and pressed forward, slowly, filling me inch by inch. I growled, thrusting up towards him, wanting more and more, now, now, now. He drew back and pushed into me, and I couldn't kiss any more. My teeth clenched, my snarling getting louder, and again I pressed forward with my hips, pulled him in closer with my hands. His weight on me was exciting, him pressing and pulsing in me mind blowing. He pressed forward again, faster, harder, but not enough, never enough.

"Harder." I hissed. "Harder! I want more, all, more..." I panted, I groaned. His skin was covered with a light sheen of sweat; I tasted it at his neck. He thrust into me faster, and I raked my nails down his back, his arms, everywhere I could reach, screaming, begging for more. I felt myself being raised higher and higher, almost touching the stars and the friction was overwhelming. I knew it wouldn't be long before I exploded, and I pleaded with him to share it with me. His pulled his face away to watch me, and I him, as I was thrown over the edge, howling in my ecstasy. His eyes grew distant - "Leah" he moaned, and with one final deep thrust he followed me, filling me.

Both of us panting, overwhelmed, and amazed. Inexplicably, tears began to roll down my cheeks. Nahuel kissed them away, smoothing my hair off my face.

"Did I hurt you?" he asked, worry coloring his tone.

"Nuh-uh." It was all I could manage for the moment. I forced my breathing to slow; Nahuel was still leaning over me, fearfully.

"No. It was just...I really love you, Nahuel. It's overwhelming. He kissed me, and I pressed into him, still crying, but heating up again, reaching for him, wanting him, all of him, all the time.