All he knew was that. magically, both of them were naked and Marianna was bestowing upon him the kind of headlong wantonness that he'd imagined only in his most covert of fantasies - wordless, unconfined, increasingly berserk, her exquisite face gone bestial with demented sensuality, her hands and mouth like swarming creatures on his flesh, her ivory body twisting, turning, offering every possible variety of sensation, driving him deeper and deeper into a pit of mind-consuming lust until, reared up on him, back arched and stiff, tumid breasts upthrust, her expression one of insensate abandonment, she drained his loins with such a violence that it seemed as if his very blood were pouring into her.