He loves, loves hearing her say his name like that. That he's the one doing this to her and no one else, that she loves what he is doing.

In the course of their experimentation, they have learned that mouths can go anywhere hands can go. Peeta slides the finger deeper in, slowly, then out. As he keeps it up, he bends low over her, breath ghosting between her legs, warm and damp. Maybe he can make her come twice tonight.

His lips seal over her, and he touches his tongue between...