It was intoxicating, each gasp, each moan, each almost pitiful whimper as he passionately took his beloved, the bed groaning under his weight, their stomach bulging as their insides struggled to stretch around him, god he could do this forever. He reached forward, his massive practically dwarfing their torso in comparison as he tore off what little was left of their already ruined clothes. "Give me your hand, my poison." He commands, his voice soft but commanding, his wedding ring glimmering in the pale moonlight streaming in from the window, the moon almost bearing witness to the acts he was committing on his lover.