Frank de Felitta

She kicked behind her, touching nothing. A powerful arm grabbed her around the waist and pulled her up, so that she was on all fours. Her nightgown was lifted up over her back and — from behind — she was violated. The intense thing — the giant dimension of it — the pain of it finding so quickly the entrance and thrusting so fast inside, ramming away like that's all she was, that place, and not a human being at all.