A/N If this wasn't rated M already it FOR SURE is now. I plan on making this story still follow-able even without the lemons. So If you don't want to read the lemon-y goodness below then you can still read the next chapter. This doesn't really have anything huge to do with the plot. Anyways... Sorry it's been so long since the last update. I just finished exams at Uni, and I am on winter Holiday! So I hope to get more writing done! I want to thank everyone who has followed-favourited-reviewed, etc. It means the world to me! Yours, Alise

Adley's POV

Finnick's mouth is devouring me, leaving hot wet kisses across my neck, my collarbone, my chest. I blush at this. Finnick Odair is kissing my chest. His hard body pressed my down onto the bed. One strong hand reaches up and gently caresses my bra-covered breast. A low moan emerges from me as a shock of warmth travels through my entire body. His mouth returns to my neck as he continues his painfully slow attack on my breast. With his other hand he reaches behind me, quickly unclasping the lace and throwing it on the floor. I feel exposed but I refuse to cover myself.

Finnick pulls off of me and stares. I flush, beginning to feel self-conscious. Finnick smirks, "Adley, trust me, you are beautiful" He leans down and plants a kiss right above my breast. Instinctively, my body arches into his. "God, you are so incredibly sexy." His hand goes to my hair, fingers roughly twisting through my soft brown curls. I can't help but moan and pull my hips upward to meet his, eliciting a low growl from the man above me.

Something inside Finnick changes, his lips find mine, rough and demanding. He rests above me, his weight pushing me into the mattress, his hips aligned with mine - working against them in a slow and frustrating manner. He stays connected to my lips, his kisses soften from their roughness so that he can pull me closer.

"Adley" it comes out as a whisper, a gasp, exhaled deep from his lungs. It's sound is foreign to me - full of lust and need. He finds my neck again and I lean my head to the side, allowing him access. He dots my skin with splotchy red marks from his assault.

I take him in completely, the hot skin and hard muscle crushing me into the bed. He moves with a practice skill and I force myself to not think about how practiced he really is, and why. His mouth roams my skin, suckling, licking, biting where he pleases. He sucks on my skin hungrily, and I find myself groaning against him.

We break free, my skin feels cool and empty without his presence. I summon my courage and reach for him, needing his touch again. My nails find his arms and scrape their way down his muscled skin. I reach behind him and his back arches at my touch, the muscles pulled taut at the assault of my nails. His sea green eyes remain on mine, only closing briefly to lay another kiss on my lips. His body against mine feels so incredible, we move with a rhythm, a purpose.

He slowly reaches between us to find the edge of my slacks. His fingers linger on the button, I push my hips toward his to show my approval. He quickly undoes the button and pulls the pants down to my knees. I wiggle beneath him to help release my legs from the restricting fabric. Once my pants have been thrown to the side, I reach my hand in between us and reach for his pants. His hands follow mine and undo the button and zipper. He breaks away from me quickly to remove his clothing.

He moves himself back on top of me, and now, the feeling of his bare legs entangled with mine makes me fearless. I quickly free myself from my panties and begin to run my hands down Finnick's muscled chest. I feel the muscles contract beneath my fingers as they roam lower to the edge of his boxer shorts. I hook a finger in the elastic band and pull down. Finnick helps me completely remove the shorts and then falls back on top of me.

I suddenly feel exposed, and self conscious. I don't know where it's coming from but the fear of rejection has become overwhelming. The feeling is quickly lost as his fingers roam down my sides to my hip bones. His rough fingers follows the bones and swirl around on the sensitive skin. I realise that he has his eyes open, on me, watching me. He smirks.

I want to look down. I want to know what he looks like, I want to feel him. But anxiety and humility takes over me. I want to be closer to him. I press my body up to him. Finnick finds my lips again and his hand falls back to my chest, his finger lazily circling my nipple. By breath catches in my throat.

"Adley" He groans, his hardening erection brushes against my thigh, I blush. He kisses my jaw and shoves his hips toward mine. I feel inexperienced next to Finnick. He is The Finnick Odair, Sex God of the Capitol. I am just Adley.

His fingers slid away from by breast and down my ribs, counting them slowly. and finger trails down my stomach and traces down to the inside of my thighs. I squirm impatiently. His hand slides between my legs, grazing softly over where I want them to be, where I need them to be.

"Ohh." My breath hitches. I can feel Finnick's signature smirk against my neck as he sucks on the flesh. His fingers continue stroking, circling my clit. The feeling is intoxicating, explosive. He touches me with practiced fingers, his teeth nip at my neck, my throat, my collar bone. He slides one finger between my folds and into me; a second following soon after. I can hardly breathe. His presence is overwhelming, this feeling is overwhelming. The feeling of his hands on me, in me, his weight against my body is deafening.

"Finn" I gasp, I feel the smirk return.

"Yes?" He looks up, his movements slow to a halt. When I look up at him I see the classic capitol Finnick that everybody swoons over. I grind my hips against his fingers, trying to recreate the friction. "Oh, You like this?" His finger begin moving in and out at a painfully slow pace. He presses harder, applying just enough pressure. My eyes fall shut yet again. I nod in response.

I can feel him against my legs, his hips pushing forward unconsciously, his hand gripping my hair. I grind my hips upward toward his and bravely bring my hand between us. I wrap my fingers around his surprisingly soft flesh.

"Fuck." His words catch in his throat, obviously surprised by my action. My hand moves with his, pumping up and down the velvety shaft. After a while, his hands brush mine away. I look up at him in confusion. He leans down and capture my earlobe in his teeth whispering. "You're gonna kill me". I respond by grind my hips against his. I need him inside of me.

His eyes lock with mine and he pulls his fingers out from inside of me. I groan at the sudden lost, but my breath catches as I feel his hard erection at my opening. I swallow heavily as he teases my entrance. He stares at me and thrusts slowly, until he is completely inside of me.

The feeling is everything I could have dreamt of, a hot burn of pleasure as he pushes himself inside of me, his mouth falling slightly open at the act. I can feel him everywhere. His hands grip my hip bones tighter, holding me closer to him.

I can hear my name lowly growled from Finnick as I move against him. He grunts as his hips work against mine, unrelentless. A low warmth begins to swell in the pit of my stomach, a buzz that is working its way throughout my body. His hands are everywhere, the scour my hair, my chest my stomach. It is all too much, but not enough at the same time. He grunts above me, his chest tightening, his muscles contracting.

"Finn" I gasp as his thrusts become more sporadic. "Don't stop" I gasp. My heart is pounding wildly in my chest, threatening to break through my ribs. I feel every inch of his skin above me, against my slick skin.

The swell in my stomach is becoming too much to bare, and I squirm beneath him. His fingers curl in my hair, gently tugging at my scalp.

I feel his fingers slip between us, finding the spot that I so desperately need him to touch. His fingers circle my clip in a fast motion and I feel myself fall into a million pieces, shattering in his grasp. His hips remain thrusting in and out of me at a demanding pace. I vaguely hear him grunt out my name before he comes undone before me.

He begins to slump down on top of me, but catches himself on an elbow. He rolls himself off of me, and collapses on to the mattress beside me. I can feel him press into me, his lips finding my neck yet again, and lay soft kisses on the skin. Our breaths match and begin to slow. I roll onto my side to face him.

"Thank you" I whisper, kissing him softly on the nose. I wrap myself in the sheet on the bed and walk to the bathroom.