It felt good- no... better than good. He'd never had anyone touch him before and it was more amazing than he'd imagined, especially knowing it was with Katniss. Perhaps the situation of their night and what was to come tomorrow had something to do with the surge of emotions he was feeling, but all Peeta knew was that he never wanted to let go of tonight. Any of it.

His breathing was labored, heavy and deep with the occasional moan of pleasure or mumbled syllables of her name. His eyes eventually shut though his hands reached for her, fingers skimming up her arm or side, pulling her in so he could kiss her with all of the passion he could muster.