““The whole coach bucked and swayed with their frantic rhythm. The square windowpane fogged over with the heat of their passion. Her eyelids fluttered closed, blocking out what daylight remained. His arousing words became inarticulate grunts. Their rhythm took on a power of its own, became a force unto itself. In his arms, she was speechless, helpless, heedless, mindless. She knew nothing but sensation. Nothing but him. When the climax hit her, she gave a helpless, keening cry of joy. Pleasure racked her body.””
