Chapter 4: I Married the Wrong Man

I win the 100th Hunger Games and return home to my family the third Victor from District 12.

Peeta and I now see each other in secret whenever we can. One Sunday, while Gale, Prim, Darius and my daughters are away to church, I invite Peeta to come hunting with me in the woods. As we walk along, we fall into an argument about something – I can't now quite pinpoint what, leading to Peeta starting to walk away in disgust. "Peeta, stop!" My voice chokes on my tears. "Please," and I can barely get it out. He spins to face me, eyes burning.

"I love you, Peeta. I have for years, even though I am married. I married the wrong man! I just don't -" My admission is silenced by his lips slamming down onto mine. Despite their stolen kiss in the Justice Building, I still gasp in utter shock as his tongue ravages my mouth. I stumble backward as his hands shoved me up against a tree, pinning me there. I moan as he presses his hard body against me, remembering how stiff he got for me the day of the Reaping. Fire burns through my veins and my nerves, gathering between my legs, which spread wide of their own accord when one of Peeta's hands brushes me there. My hands fist themselves in his blond hair, burrowing in against the curls as if they have always belonged there while he grinds against me.

Hands grope, stroke, caress, tear at and even ruin clothing. Peeta roughly pushes my Sunday-best skirt up around my hips; I moan when his hands slip past my panties and caress my waiting folds. He shoves the underwear down to my ankles and rubs me faster. My hands work around his, undoing his belt buckle without destroying the thing, the button of his pants quickly following before I push them down far enough for his boxers to show. His erection creates a clear tent. I throw down these as well, allowing his hardness to break free, popping straight up to stand at attention. Peeta moans deep in his throat as I brazenly seize him, pumping him with as much vigor as he now strokes my clit. As soon as he feels me elicit pre-cum from his throbbing tip, he jams two fingers deep inside me. The sensation makes my head flop back right into the tree, my jaw going slack.

Slapping his groping hands away, I pull on Peeta's body anywhere I can reach, willing him to be closer. I need him and I need him now. Peeta reads my horny mind like an open book and within moments, my thighs are in his strong, calloused hands - hands that now hold me up against the trunk of the tree so that his cock's head can better tease my folds. I moan and thrash against him, craving to have him fill my cunt. Peeta chuckles and sheathes himself inside me.

"Huuhhh…. uhhhhh…. Mmmmuhhhhh… uhhhhhh…"

"Hrrrrr…. Rrrrrrrr…"

Both of us moan like animals in heat as Peeta pushes and probes the deepest parts of my being. His firm, muscular arms hold me flush against him as his hips begin to frantically move. He makes deep thrusts within me, making my vision become spotty and my head light with dizziness. I struggle to get a hold of myself as I buck into him without modesty. My short nails flail for something, anything, of his to grab onto, and when they graze his skin, Peeta lets out a growl and buries himself in me down to the hilt, again and again and again. Even then, he cannot explore all the wonders my womanhood has to offer and he eventually throws me down to the forest floor to have his way with me there, on all fours. Finding a better position, Peeta's hands press down on my shoulders, causing my ass to stick straight up in the air.

His penis now rams into my ass. My head flies back as I let loose another moan, and Peeta seizes it, hands fisting into my skull and pulling me slightly back, dangerously reaching the limits of my range of motion. His mind must draw a complete blank; he must not be able to comprehend a single thing, except that he has to fuck me from behind over and over, until I can barely walk. No, until I can barely stand! My body shakes, I convulse all around him; my senses are as shot as an electrical wire after a power surge, so overwhelming is the feeling of being filled by him. Babble not belonging to any language I know flies from her mouth, curses clearly in English from his, as we race each other to see who will break first. I squeeze my ass cheeks around him, trapping him within, as my body wracks with another orgasm, - is it my second? Third? I have lost count - my insides milking him better than any cow as his hold over me wanes. A roar is wrenched from Peeta's throat as he bashes into me one final time, keeping himself there as he cums apart inside me at last, his hips weakly thrusting with every release.

Our heavy panting is the only thing that can be heard as our bodies separate. Peeta flings us both down into the grass and he holds me close to his chest. Our breathing slows, and we lay there until the church bells toll far, far away, letting us know that church is out and Prim, Darius and the girls will be home soon.

Gale and I divorce amicably not long after. It takes Peeta and I a few years to go public with our romantic relationship, as I do not want to make it obvious that I left my Seam husband for a Merchant baker.

Peeta and I have a Toasting, marrying in his bakery's loft. I wear the dress that Mother married Daddy in, and that Prim married Darius in.

As I kiss my second husband and lie with him in bed, I realize that this is the man I should have married all along.