Novel & Cerita Feed My Affection

“You really do make feeding me part of your personality now.” “Yes.” “Why?” His fingers threaded lightly through my hair. “Because after a day like this, if I can’t fix the institution, I can at least make sure your blood sugar isn’t conspiring with your trauma.” I pulled back enough to stare up at him. “That may be the least sexy thing you’ve ever said to me.” “And yet still deeply loving.” I laughed properly then.

I said in a baby voice and Mavis instantly shoved a full spoon of waffle inside my mouth, and I munched on the food, smiling. "Does it taste good?" He asked as he fed me, and I nodded my head, opening my mouth, so he could feed me more. "I love you so much, Denise," Mavis said when he was done feeding me, and I smiled at him. "It will be really nice if you tell me you love me too, Denise" He said, and I could see the sadness in his voice. Mavis has told me a billion times that he loves me, but not once have I told him I love him too. It's not like I don't love Mavis, I love Mavis a lot. I don't want to tell him those three words because I feel it's not necessary.

“A little. I need a good hot meal. What can we cook, you blindfolded and I with only one good hand?” “If your patient and lend me some help, we can make a stew with vegetables and smoked meat.” “That sounds delicious.” It was his turn to nibble at my neck. “But never as delicious as you.” I circled his waist with my arm and rested my head on his chest. He kissed my forehead with such tenderness, it made me shiver. “I would’ve come even if I had to crawl all the way here,” he said. “Nothing heals me like your affection.”

he adds, and I find myself unable to challenge him. I begin to eat and continue to feed him. He's the man I love, after all, and he'd only had coffee, coffee prepared by another woman. He may claim he isn’t hungry, but he’s mine, and I’ll be the one to fill him. Because even if it's something as simple as food, I don’t want anyone else giving it to him. The possessive part of me wants to feed him so he will think of me and me alone; after all, the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.

I flash her a reassuring smile. These are tomorrow’s problems, after all. Tomorrow’s grief. She is here beside me now. In this moment, I have all I need. I spear another apple bite. “Bite of Affa?” I say, offering the chunk to Annie, intentionally passing the fork near Efa’s mouth. Her snout goes full wolf, and she snaps the apple off the tines, scarfing it down with a very self-satisfied smacking of her lips. Annie laughs, low and sweet, and my muscles swell, whether from pride or the excitement she stirs in my belly, I can’t tell.

“That’s right. My husband loves it when I feed him. He wouldn’t be satisfied with just a small bowl of soup. I need all of it!” Oswald was stunned. Was this how young people show their affection? He had never seen anything like it. “S-Sure.” Oswald nodded and headed to the kitchen. Maia looked at Cedric and smiled sweetly. “You love it when I fed you, honey. There’s half a pot left. I can take my sweet time and give you what you want.” Since he loved it so much, she would let him have his fill!

Aurelia "I'm full,"I exhaled out heavily, stretching my hand at Damon, stopping him from feeding me. He has been feeding me for a while like a kid, and I would say I really enjoy it. The way he wipes the food stain with his lips makes my heart flutter in happiness. I hope this doesn't end soon. I thought to myself as I stared at his charming face. I couldn't help but admit that I'm slowly falling for his charm at the moment.

It was a delicate dance of trust and intimacy, each bite strengthening the connection between us. As I fed him, I marveled at the way his features softened, his eyes shining with a vulnerability that was reserved only for moments like these. It was as if the act of nourishing each other physically mirrored the emotional nourishment we provided in our relationship. With every morsel, I fed not just his body but his soul, pouring my love into each bite. Lord, this shouldn't be happening. This isn't me but I'd save my resentment for later. He chewed slowly, savoring the flavors, his gaze never leaving mine. It was a silent conversation, the unspoken words of love, appreciation, and desire passi

He swore. In a gesture of care and affection, Adrien called upon a maid to bring a carefully prepared meal for Lisa. With a gentleness that spoke volumes, he took hold of the utensils and fed her bite by bite, each morsel becoming a symbol of his commitment to nourish their relationship. The intimate act of feeding her served as a tangible reminder of his devotion, bridging the emotional flunctuation that had once threatened to separate them.

Life was good until she saw his naked, chiseled, sculpted body, and that marked the beginning of her endless wet dreams about her boss. Like that wasn’t bad enough, he walks in on her moaning his name. To help his very horny and single and beloved secretary, Isaiah went down on his knees and worshiped her and oh my my did she taste like heaven. With one taste of her and one taste of him, they found themselves wanting more and decided to be each other’s fuck buddy with no strings attached. How long will they fuck each other without catching feelings? Or are they already in love and too horny to see it?