Twain's End - Pg 158

   Olivia would hold his letters to her breast, trembling. She yearned for him to take her in his arms and ravish her. Oh, and when he finally did, after a thrilling two years of courtship and breakups and tearful reunion--
   Olivia closed her eyes again, remembering the first months of her marriage. He had tried to be tender, calling her his little girl, his sweet delicate, fragile little girl, stroking her, petting her, until his kisses became so passionate she thought he would eat her. He made her scream out in ecstasy, her body tearing with pleasure.