The married man's dreams are interrupted by a gnawing hunger, but it's not for food. His eyes feast on his husband's sleeping form, the covers barely concealing the tantalizing curves and hard planes of his body. The man's desire grows, a ravenous beast within him awakening. He can't help but give in, straddling his husband, his hands roaming, his mouth tasting, his own desire hardening as he indulges in the forbidden fruit of their marriage bed.