Bonus scene – This is a continuation of where I left off on the last chapter, where Cato and Prim finally make love for the first time. I got messages from many of my readers asking if I could go into more detail and make an actual sex scene, so here it is. I hope you enjoy it.

I pick at loose strands of fabric in the comforter, not really knowing what to say, but not having anything to say at the same time. Sometimes I liked to sit in comfortable silence with Cato. It gives me time to think clearly. It brings me happy thoughts, not horrid ones.

"Can I tell you something?" Cato asks abruptly, halting our silence.

"Sure."

Cato runs his hands through his wet hair. "I don't know if you feel it, too, but every time I look into your eyes, it feels like my heart is bursting. I don't know why, and I can't figure out why it happens so suddenly, but it's there, and it won't go away."

I smile. This is why I love him.

"I get the same thing, Cato," I tell him while placing a hand on my heart. Just hearing his voice makes my heart race.

He breathes a sigh of relief. "Can you feel it?" He takes my hand, spreading my palm against where his heart resides. He's right. He's looking me in the eyes, and his heart feels like it's going to fall out of his chest.

I nod, rubbing my hands over his chest. "I feel it. I feel it everywhere."

"I've never felt this, for anyone."

"Neither have I."

"I just want it to show you that I am here for you, and as long as my heart beats like this, I will always be here. I'm yours."

I lean in and kiss the corner of his mouth.

"I don't want you thinking that there's ever a time that you feel alone; that you can't get through anything, and that there's no one in this world that loves you enough to want to fight for you. I've done it before and I'll do it again."

"You mean that?"

Cato nods. "Yea, I've told you so many times. I love you. And I hate seeing you like I did today. I know it's not easy, but we can get through it together. We've been through so much and it's only going upwards from here."

I lean in to kiss Cato slowly, pushing myself as closely as I could. I line my heart up with his and I can feel my heart bursting, just like he said his does. God, where did all of this come from? Who has blessed me with someone like this?

Cato grips the bottom of my shirt and looks at me for reassurance. I nod and he slips my shirt off, leaving me bare except for my underwear. He reconnects his lips to mine with a little more force, and holds onto my hips. My fingers fumble clumsily for his shirt, and I slide it off of him.

Cato flips me over onto the bed and digs his hips into mine, positioning himself in-between my legs.

My mind was telling me that this was right. I was ready for Cato, all of him. I love him, and I trust him with all of my heart. I don't think I will ever feel the same about anyone else. There is an overflow of so much love and passion in my heart that I think I might explode.

I don't have any regrets, especially not with him, and I was ready to show him. I was ready to give myself to him wholeheartedly and never look back.

I began pushing Cato's shorts and underwear down, but he stops me and let's go of our kiss, looking down at me questioningly.

"Are you sure?" he asks. "You're ready?"

I nod, biting my lip. I was scared, as hell, but when wasn't I when it came to Cato? Everything about us was scary, but that's what made us work.

"I love you, Cato."

Cato nods his head, closing his eyes for a few seconds. It seems as if it was like I was saying those words to him for the first time. "I love you more," he mumbles, leaning in to kiss me sweetly.

All of a sudden, his movements slow down. He's no longer kissing me with force. Cato is taking his time, making sure he thinks about his moves.

Cato lips trace my skin slowly, starting at my neck. He kissed a spot that I felt all the way down in my belly. A low moan fell from my throat and I latched onto Cato's arms. A light breeze hit the wet spots from his kisses as he trailed them from my neck to my chest, making sure to take his time caring for each of my breasts.

Cato's tongue slides down to my belly button and toys with the band of my underwear. I feel his tongue slide inside my underwear and then he's using his teeth to pull them down. His teeth scrape at my legs until he removes them completely. Cato grips my knees and pushes them apart.

I sit up on my elbows, watching as he places hot kisses on the insides of my thighs. I instantly become hot in-between my legs, anxious for where he was going.

His kisses reach to my sex, and I tip my head back, feeling all of the sensation throughout my entire being. I bite my lip in attempt to quiet down; aware that Effie and the prep team were only doors around. Suddenly, Cato stops and I frown in frustration. He replaces his mouth with his finger, rubbing slow circles.

I feel Cato's finger slowly move down. He looks up at me, positioning his finger at the entrance of my sex.

I sit up straighter and frown at him. "What are you doing?" I ask lowly. My normal pitch of voice had been replaced with a lower, huskier version of it.

"If we're going to do this, I have to get you ready," he mumbles.

"Ready?"

"Um…" Cato frowns. "Well, this is going to hurt, like really hurt. But if I loosen you up, it may be a little easier."

"Loosen me up?" Now I'm a little more nervous. It's going to hurt? How badly? I hope it's not too bad. I hope I don't cry.

Cato nods. "With these." He wiggles his fingers at me playfully and smirks. I laugh at his playfulness. It makes my nervousness a little easier to handle. "Is that okay?" he asks.

I nod. "Whatever you need to do."

"It'll feel good," he says, and that's when I feel a finger slowly push its way inside of me. I fall back onto the bed, my eyes rolling backward. Holy hell, that feels so good.

"Good?" Cato asks breathily. He leans down so that he's positioned above me, sucking on my neck.

My back arches in response and he slowly makes his way in and out with his finger. "Yes," I moan lightly. He continuously hits a spot that makes my toes curl.

"Can I put in another one?"

I nod without thinking. Cato removes his fingers and replaces it with two.

Ouch, this kind of stings. It's bearable, barely, but not something I couldn't handle. Granted, Cato is much bigger than two fingers, so I know I should expect more.

"You okay?" Cato asks.

I nod, trying to focus on anything but the growth of the sting. Cato goes for a few more seconds before he stills.

"I think you're good enough."

Everything seems to go in slow motion. I prop myself onto my elbows anxiously, watching as Cato pushes his pants and underwear off, letting his privacy literally spring free. I frown at it. Now that it's… excited, it's much bigger than before.

It all becomes real. I'm about to lose my virginity with none other than Cato. Who would have thought this would be me months ago? I would have denied this is someone told me. I would have denied everything that's happened to me since the day of the Reaping.

Cato pushes my legs open again and crawls in-between them, holding himself up on his hands.

He places a kiss on my lips. "This is going to hurt, so you have to let me know when it becomes too much."

I nod.

"No, you have to promise me. Sometimes I just can't handle it."

"I promise."

"Good. I love you."

I mumble in response, my heart beating quickly. This is it. I feel him resting outside of my entrance. This is it.

Cato grips himself and rubs his tip up and down my sex. God, he really does know how to make it feel good. I can feel the moisture building up in-between my legs.

Cato stops at my entrance again.

"Okay," he sighs. "I'm going in now."

My breathing increases and I lie back. Cato grips my left hand, eyes furrowed in deep concentration. My other hand rests on his back.

I close my eyes as I feel him slowly push his way into me. At first, I only feel the tip, and it feels fine. A little stinging, but it didn't feel too bad.

Cato slowly pushes himself in a little more and the burn gets worse. Okay, this hurts much more than before. I screw my eyes shut tight and clench Cato's hand, trying to revert the pain somewhere else.

"Just a little bit more, baby."

I bite my lip as he forces his way into me. Fuck, he told me it would hurt, but I didn't think like this.

"You're so fucking tight. Just a little more."

I try slowing my heart rate, but it doesn't work. Cato makes his way all the way inside and rests there, staring down at me. His face was glistening. How was he already sweating?

"Are you okay?"

No. No I'm not okay. I bite back my tears and nod. I can't tell him to stop. Cato needs this. He's been waiting patiently for so long. I want this, too, but I don't know if I can last for much longer.

"I'm gonna move now, okay?"

I nod again. Whatever makes this as quickly as it possibly can be.

Our hips separate before they slowly find one another again. My nails dig into Cato's back, and I know it's going to leave marks. I let go of his hand and use both hands to dig my nails into his back and he steadily made love to me. Cato made sure he continuously kissed me so that I felt somewhat loved, but it wasn't helping.

I couldn't bear this pain, but I couldn't stop. I wanted it. I loved the way it was making me feel about him. This was connected us, finally putting our puzzle piece together. We fit perfectly, not letting even a little piece of dust get in-between us. In a way, I felt loved. He was being as gentle as he could. But nothing could make the agony I was feeling better.

Cato begins to pick up speed; his eyes squeezed shut, blocking him out from the tears that began to fall from my eyes. I bit my lip to keep the cries inside. My tears rolled down the side of my face leisurely, landing on the pillow.

"Cato?" I mumble. This is too much. I need him to stop, slow down, something.

Cato opens his eyes, but instead of the gentle look, they're filled with the hunger for sex he's been waiting for.

"Cato?" I ask again.

It's like he read my mind. Cato's thrusts become slower and sloppier. He must be reaching his point. He must almost be done.

He leans down and places a wet kiss onto my lips and suddenly he stills, his body jerking. My chest heaves and my fingers drag down his back, something I knew would leave scars. His sweat transfers onto my skin, mixing in with the moisture I had created on my own. His thrusts become slow until he stops, giving me one last kiss.

Cato focuses down on me, finally gaining consciousness. I take my hand and wipe his forehead. I smile up at him even though I didn't enjoy any of that whatsoever. But he enjoyed it, and I reveled in how good it made me feel, no matter how painful.

"You're crying?" Cato pulls out of me quickly.

"Ow," I wince.

"I hurt you," he stated, falling down beside me. Cato hides his face beneath his palms. "Fuck, I'm sorry."

I remove his hands, forcing him to look at me. "No. We fit."

Cato looks confused. "We fit?"

I nod my head, sniffling and wiping my tears away. "Like a puzzle."

Cato laughs and leans close, pulling my slightly sore body closer to his. "We did."

We were the perfect puzzle. We would always fit together.

There you go. I hope those of you who wanted this enjoyed it. Please know that I tried my best.

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