The feeling took a bit to get use to. Part of her wanted to pull away, to get away from this invasion of her body. But the pleasure it gave her, hot and sharp, pooling in her belly...she didn't want that to end.

Her hands slid all over him, trying to find a place to be. Finally one settled over his wrist, not adding any pressure, just feeling the movements of his hand. She buried her face against him, small pants and moans escaping her lips.

"God, Peeta..." She murmured.