A Touch of Sweetness (Finnick Norton and Vivian William) novel Chapter 237

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 237

Vivian raised her head and met the gaze of her husband.

Finnick’s eyes gleamed, staring at her in the eyes passionately as though he was up to something. “Alright. Now, I want you to close your eyes.”

She did as instructed and closed her eyes because she wasn’t in the mood to figure out the things Finnick was up to anymore.

As soon as she closed her eyes, she heard Finnick switching off the lights and laying her on the bed.

He leaned over in a similar manner and started kissing her on the lips.

Vivian got anxious because she was unsure if she would want to engage in another intimate session with the man whom she loved wholeheartedly in the room she hated the most.

She reached out to her husband and asked, “Finnick, are we going to do it here? F-Finnick… N-No…”

“Why? Why can’t we do it here?” He kissed her gently and whispered, “I think this is the best place to do it.”

Vivian was about to let loose of herself and give in to the temptation she felt.

She twitched involuntarily when he ran his slender and powerful fingers across her chests.

The room was pitch black, yet she could still see the man’s dazzling pair of eyes.

Vivian couldn’t wait to carry on with the session they had started, but Finick stopped when they were about to reach the best part.

He whispered in the pitch-black room, “Can you recall anything in this familiar environment?”

As he queried, he continued caressing her porcelain-like skin, fondling the areas that would arouse her, yet refraining himself from giving her the things she wanted the most.

Finnick’s question caught Vivian off guard because the only memories she had associated with this particular room were the unpleasant ones. What should I recall? Is he going to forsake me? Is that the reason why he stopped halfway through the session?

Vivian started blurting out the things she had in mind, “What? What am I supposed to recall? I-I have long forgotten the things that had occurred in this room!”

Nevertheless, Finnick continued implying there was a certain something she had forgotten. “Vivian, are you sure you can’t recall it? Don’t you find my touch familiar?”

Vivian finally realized Finnick seemed to be up to something in his mind. Frowning, she asked in return, “Finnick, what exactly are you talking about?”