Feed My Affection Novels & Stories

She laid her finger on his lips and began to comfort him with a cuddle. His eyes softened and she whispered, 'Please eat something for me. I will not bother you after that'. She cupped his face and added, 'Minho, don't punish yourself. I am here with you to share some of the burden'. Tears came into his eyes and she embraced him. She carried him to the table and started feeding him.

She gushes over him much like Zane did with me. At first, I wasn’t used to Zane gushing over me like I was the best prize in the world. I wasn’t used to affection or love. Now I am an affection whore and get cranky if Zane doesn’t pay enough attention to me. It’s not my fault he created a monster.

“Too much for me. Too perfect. Sexy. Stunning. Hot. And the way you moaned my name, with your voice turning high like you—” I slapped my hand over his mouth, his pupils dilating as the corners of his eyes wrinkled with his grin. I wanted to stay mad. Really, I did. But he looked so unfairly handsome kneeling there, shirtless and sounding eerily sincere with his apology. I sighed, taking my hand away. “You’re impossible.” His grin widened, and it was wolfish. “So you’ll forgive me?” “Only if you feed me,” I said, biting my lip. I always thought it was ridiculous, but I wanted to try it. No one had ever fed me besides Anna when I was young.

I said, holding onto the words, "I’m going to love her like there’s no tomorrow. I’m going to kiss her cheeks until she gets tired of me." He leaned forward and pressed his forehead gently against my hand. "She’s going to be so loved." He reached for a small bag beside his chair. "I brought food." My eyes widened. "You are officially my favorite person." "I thought I already was." "Today you upgraded." He helped me sit up properly and fed me slowly, teasing me when I tried to take the spoon from him. "I can feed myself." "I know." "Then why are you acting like I’m five?"

“Why are you sounding hostile?” “I don't know,” I sighed and gradually got sitter as she indicated again by making a hand gesture. “I’m just used to being wary around people and not used to affection.” “Hmmmm,” she hummed as if processing my words, her facial expression going blank for a moment. “Well you should get used to it from now.” “Okay.” I nodded. “Because the King loves when his affection is appreciated,” she revealed, a strange look in her eyes.

He pulled away a few seconds later and then called me Minx. "You love it," I said. "I do," he said, and he sat down. I was about to pick up a cookie, but he slapped my hand away. "I will be the one to feed you," he said, picking up a cookie, biting into it, and pushing it into my mouth. "What has gotten into you?" I said, taking a bit. "You wanted to do something romantic, so I decided to make your dreams come true." I smiled and then took a bite, He continued feeding me like that till I was full.

She has Marcus's blue eyes and my dark hair, and she is the most beautiful thing in the world. "Come on, sweetie, open up, ahhh—" Marcus is patiently feeding Julia mashed carrots. She's giggling, getting it all over her face, and he just wipes it away with a gentle smile. Watching them, a warmth fills my heart. This is the life I always wanted. No lies, no betrayal. Just simple, honest love. "Honey," I say, getting up from the sofa. "I'm craving lobster pasta." Marcus turns and smiles at me. "You got it. I'll make it for us tonight."

Now she saw all that in form of Reynold. He sat right beside her and he waited for her to take the first bite. As he was addicted to get a praise first, before he could start eating himself. "It tastes heavenly Reynold! Gosh! I can never get enough of it!" She beamed with so much happiness that half of her tiredness from her face was gone with the smile replacing it. "I'm glad you liked it Mia Cara!" He gave her the affectionate look as she dug in once again.

I wish this moment stop, I can live my whole life in this one moment, I am feeling so many emotions which hard to describe but all of the top I am feeling love, affection, attachment with one most important person in my life, my husband, my mate. ***

The familiar act of sitting side by side felt natural, as if it was meant to be. Throughout the meal, I couldn't resist the urge to feed Calla, wanting to show my care and affection in the simplest of ways. With each bite, I carefully lifted the food to her lips, a gesture that spoke volumes about the tenderness we shared. Calla's response was a mixture of amusement and adoration, and it brought a warmth to my heart.