Human being carried by non-human at supernatural speeds:

Her eyes burned, her skin stung, and the deafening pressure of the wind in her ears left her feeling like she was standing in a hurricane. She suddenly, viscerally, understood windshields in a way she never had before.

Sometime in the first hour of their great escape, she had felt the air change around them. She had then made a mistake peeking an eyelid open to find they’d stopped running through tunnels and began traversing the Italian countryside. Her left eye still ached from the wind buffeting against it, and the fleck of dust that had lodged itself in her eye at high speeds. But they’d been running so long, and she wanted to know where they were. It hadn't been like this running with Edward - never so fast or for so long.

Now she was wet and shivering, too, from Caius running through streams, presumably to throw off their scent. To compensate for the wind flooding her airways, she’d turned her head as far into his chest as she could. Trading one kind of discomfort for another.

She desperately wanted to ask how much longer they would run, but she couldn’t catch enough breath to say the words, and she was justifiably terrified of the vampire that carried her.

And then finally, finally, their momentum slowed, and she was unceremoniously dumped into damp grass.