After hours of love making, I collapse on the bed from pure exhaustion. Turning over, I stare at him sleepily with half closed lids and smile because I feel completely fulfilled. This man-beast seems to know exactly what my body wants and when as he scratches my itch at just the right time, every time.

With his back turned to me, I run my forefinger down the curve in his back as the spine dips and then ends. When my stomach begins to growl, he turns over and laughs before asking sweetly, “Would you care for some dinner? I do believe it is time.”

As a smile spreads across my...