[In the moments before he speaks her name, she's whispering his. Again and again, like a prayer or a mantra.] Peeta. Peeta, Peeta, Peeta. [She breaks the kiss to bury her face in the crook of his neck, inhaling deep and wrapping arms around his neck tightly. Holding on for dear life as their sweat slicked bodies continue to move. As his hands torment her body, finding that nub again and teasing her wing and making her feel and feel and feel.
It's too much. Too much and she's so afraid but it feels so, so good. Better than she'd imagine anything ever feeling. And the hunger. The hunger's rising, roaring, making her buck her hips against his, clinging even tighter to his neck. And then it crescendos and she's only vaguely aware of Peeta calling her name as well, lost in the climax of it all. The hunger, finally sated.]
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It's too much. Too much and she's so afraid but it feels so, so good. Better than she'd imagine anything ever feeling. And the hunger. The hunger's rising, roaring, making her buck her hips against his, clinging even tighter to his neck. And then it crescendos and she's only vaguely aware of Peeta calling her name as well, lost in the climax of it all. The hunger, finally sated.]