Feed My Affection Novels & Stories

“You know, my love, there’s something intoxicating about your blood. It carries a sweetness that sets my senses on fire.” I chuckled softly; the sound laced with a mix of excitement and affection. “Oh, is that so? Well, I’m glad to know this. Consider it my gift to you, an elixir of love and devotion.” He resumed his gentle feeding, his eyes never leaving mine as he savoured each drop. “It’s more than just a gift, Mia. It’s a reminder of our deep connection, an intimate bond that transcends the ordinary. Drinking your blood is an act of trust and surrender, a symbol of our eternal love.”

I continued feeding Mama with the porridge while Francis went to get food. I thanked him and started eating too. I was very hungry; I hadn’t eaten much since last night. I only had bites of rice here and there. I had too many thoughts in my mind, so it affected my eating as well. This is how I am; I lose my appetite when I’m stressed. I also think that when I eat, it feels like food is running out. I’d rather be the one to go hungry than let them starve. I love them so much, and I’m willing to sacrifice everything. That’s the only thing I can give back to Mama.

"You need your strength." Evelyn, weakened and overwhelmed by his quiet, relentless care, found herself unable to resist. She opened her mouth, allowing him to feed her. Each spoonful was accompanied by the soft brush of his fingers as he held the bowl, the gentle concern in his eyes. She felt the blush return, a persistent warmth that had nothing to do with her fever. This intimacy, this unwavering attention, was both unnerving and deeply comforting. She had yearned for this for so long, yearned for him to see her, to care for her, not as an obligation, but with genuine tenderness.

I asked, beyond irritated by her show of affection when I was not exactly in the place to decently love her and frustrated by her mere irritating presence. “No. I lost my appetite,” she replied, her back towards me. “Sure,” I sarcastically drawled. “Lost your appetite after your wolf marked me and fed on me,” I added. “Yeah. I am pretty mad at her too. You tasted as bitter as your words,” Joy did not hold back either. Her wolf accepted me as her mate, not her annoying human. This was so frustrating.

Zach carefully leaned Zayla against his chest, picked up the bowl of freshly stewed chicken soup from the table, and blew away the rising steam. "You must be starving. You're still so weak—you need something nourishing," he said. "I want the chicken soup Joey used to make," Zayla whispered as she settled into him. "Her soup was always perfect for me. If I have that, I'll have the strength to bring our baby into the world." As she spoke, her hand absentmindedly brushed against his.

I was taken aback by the gentle gesture and looked up into his eyes which were filled with a deep affection, an intensity that I'd never seen before. “I would gladly spend whatever amount necessary to make sure you have enough to eat until you are fully satiated. Money is no issue, as long as you receive the sustenance required for a healthy lifestyle. I do not want you ever having to worry about food, whether it's the quality of the meal or simply having enough resources to buy what you need. All I want is for you to have everything necessary for a healthy and fulfilling life - and that begins with feeding your body what it needs.”

Yet, upholding my posture, I placed the food on the table and sat beside Saafia, “There you go, eat.” “I said I am not hungry.” She whined, shaking her head in denial and I won’t let her ruin her health. Shifting closer unintentionally, I moved my hand behind her and brought a bite near her lips softly. I used to feed my mother too when she was sick. “I will feed you. Open your mouth.” I offered, trying to sound compelling, gaining her attention as well. Lifting her eyes beautifully, she fidgetted her fingers around her dress anxiously and parted those plump lips. My heart skipped a beat, averting my eyes to not stare at her compelling expression and fed her.

Keir’s one finger suddenly ran over my hand as he asked, looking at me, “If you are insisting so much, I can have one bite. I heard that sharing food increases affection.” “That’s rubbish!”

all tasted delicious I felt so spoiled and on top of the world , eating is like breathing to me . “I don't think I can take anymore”I say after having my fill ,I placed my hands on my stomach thinking I might probably have indigestion the next morning but I don't feel bothered because I had my fill. “I love to feed you “Agape Mou”He says smiling. “There more"he says smiling stretching out his hands again . “If you want to fatten me up like a cow , it won't work”I say playfully laughing out loud with the look on his face

I lied but I am not upset or angry instead I am feeling happy because its all worth it. He sighed and bring the noodle filled fork closer to my mouth and started feeding me. And, yes it does taste good. "You can't lie to me" he says and then we both ate , feeding each other. I think it's the new way of conveying our affection to each other. He opened the pancakes box and bring out one and put it into my mouth, the sweet taste burst into my tongue, and before I could chew he pressed his lips on mine, he sucked on my lips, and plunged his tongue inside my mouth moaning about my throat.