"Ah." His hips move, pressing upwards as she sinks down, his hands gripping her hips, his lips against her neck, breath hot and heavy. She is so magnificent, does she know? She ought to know. "Katniss, you're so hot and tight and soft. I wish you could feel..."
"I can," she murmurs in response, concentrating on keeping the pace. She might not feel what he's feeling, but the sensations he elicits in her are incredible. Just as, she imagines. Maybe even more so. He fills her completely and every movement, every undulation makes her hunger for more. Another stroke, another touch, another kiss. More and more and more. Whether they see the fireworks tonight or not doesn't matter. She's convinced that she's feeling them now. Here. "I can feel you, Peeta. It's amazing. You're amazing."
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