So here it is, because you asked for it, another chapter. This one is Nahuels POV, but it is the morning after their wedding, when fingers on lips led to a repeat...

I lay there all night, just watching Leah sleep. Her face was so composed, peaceful...I liked to believe that extra glow, that tinge of red remaining in her cheeks was because of me. I closed my eyes when I heard the quiet pre dawn movements of small animals outside, and slowly picked over every moment of the previous night. I was dwelling on her face in ecstasy when I felt her move. I lay there, keeping my eyes closed a little longer, trying to calm my body, not wanting her to think I wanted her for one reason only, although want her I did. I felt her movement, continued to concentrate on breathing, slow and calm. Once I felt in relative control of myself, I opened my eyes to look at her beautiful face once again. She was looking at the furs, haphazardly strewn around the tent. Her eyes were slightly unfocused, and she seemed warm, sated. I continued staring until she turned her gaze upon me, suddenly aware, and went quite red, grinning at me. I was undone, and completely hard, despite my best intentions. I raised one hand to her mouth, tracing her full lips, feeling the slight dampness and the heat as she sighed. I leaned over, letting my mouth replace my fingers, desperately wanting to taste her. I wanted to nip at her, but I made do with running my tongue along her bottom lip until she opened her mouth and allowed me access. I pressed forward, teasing her tongue, grabbing her shoulders and pulling her forward to press in deeper. Her arms snaked around my neck, and she clung as tightly to me as I did to her, the heat of her body sending my blood boiling. I rolled over the top of her, resting my weight on one arm, allowing the other free rein of the body I loved so much. Down from her cheek, fingers dancing over her collarbone, making her squirm underneath me. Tracing lower, until my hand cupped her breast, full and perfect. I sighed into her mouth, and then moved away, kissing down the same path my fingers had just been. I sucked softly at her neck, eliciting a single whimper, before continuing in my quest. When my mouth reached the curve of her breast, I couldn't resist. I had to taste. I let my tongue move across the top of her breast, got too impatient, and went down to the nipple, erect and straining, taking it into my mouth and sucking. Leah arced under me, pushing further into my mouth, and I happily obliged, despite the difficulty in holding back my teeth. I sucked, licked and teased her until I felt her catch her hands in my hair to pull me closer. I drew back, gazed into her glassy eyes, saw her open mouth, swollen lips...and returned to swelling them more, kissing her roughly. I had forgotten she had strength of her own, though, and I was on my back with her hovering over me before I had a chance to think. I certainly had no complaints as she feverishly planted kisses over my body - my jaw, my neck, my chest - lower to my belly, the muscles rippling in desire, and lower again...shock. I froze, desperate not to make a fool of myself. She was kissing at the skin of my thighs again, but unlike last night she was most certainly not ignoring what was between them. The fingers of one hand were running up and down the length of me, feeling, testing even. She raised her face, and smiled at me, devilish and sexy, then replaced her fingers with her tongue, running up and down, over the top...I groaned, desperate to hold myself in. She was going to kill me. Just when I thought I couldn't take another minute, she took me in her mouth, her tongue flickering over the tip. Argh. One of her hands grasped the base of me and began following the movement of her mouth, squeezing and releasing, up and down. I couldn't help it. I groaned louder, knowing what was coming. My hands tangled into her already mussed hair, and she must have known what was about to happen although instead of pulling away, she moved faster. I called her name as I spent myself in her mouth. She pulled herself up to her knees, licked her lips and grinned. It took merely seconds before I was right back where I gad started from. I think it was the licking that did it, the sight of her savoring the taste of me. I sat, and grabbed her around the waist, flipping her onto her back again. I wasted no time with pleasantries; I wanted what she'd already had. I wanted the taste of her, the essence of her, on my tongue. I tested with my fingers, and she was definitely aroused, dripping and ready. I returned her grin of a moment before, and placed my mouth where my fingers had been. I ran my tongue gently over her folds, removing the dampness that had already seeped beyond its bounds. When I could taste nothing more than her skin, I encouraged more of her, pushing my tongue into her. She pushed her hips up off the fur, alternating between moans and begging, grabbing my head and pulling me in.

"Please." she begged. "Oh, please." I smiled into her, and moved my mouth over her nub, sucking and licking, pushing two of my fingers into her, thrusting and removing. She bucked, screaming, her cries so desperate they became a blur of my name and her pleas.

I placed my mouth back over her opening as she called my name one final time and fell, dripping, back onto the floor. I let my tongue continue until I felt her shiver again, seeping and ready. I raised my body over her, stroking my own hardness, and poised my self, ready to enter her. I didn't have to ask, she was nodding, spreading her legs as wide as they would go. I groaned as I entered her, tight and hot and wet. I felt her legs close around my hips, pulling me even further forward until I was entirely in her. She threw her head back, eyes closed, and ground against me, all shifting hips and raking nails. I held my position, just enjoying the feel of her, enclosed in her. Her eyes opened, boring into mine, and she looked almost angry. She thrust forward again, and this time I gave in to her, drawing out, slowly, and then pressing slowly into her again. She growled at me. My Leah liked to go fast. I continued with my teasing, gently, softly entering and withdrawing. Her snarls became louder and with each entry she pushed her hips forcefully into mine. I went on in this way for some time until I knew neither of us could bear another second. I picked up the pace, in and out, faster, harder, more desperate. Her nails dug into my back as I sought to give her a final release. She screamed my name, so loud and long I wouldn't have been surprised to be interrupted, and her muscles contracted around me, drawing me in, milking me of everything I had. I pressed my face into her neck as I found my own release, and whispered her name reverently. I felt complete - satisfied and adoring. She was my life, in every way.