—What’s wrong? Bastien?

—I’m sorry, Kate...

Bastien didn’t wait. He grabbed her tightly, swept everything off the desk with a violent motion, turned her around and bent her over, lifting her skirt. He tore her panties without hesitation and released his aching, painfully hard member.

—I’m sorry, darling... I need you. Only you. I don’t have time to prepare you...

Without further warning, Bastien entered her roughly, holding her down by the nape of her neck against the desk. Kate cried out between pain and pleasure.

—Aaaah! Bastien! Aaah!

His thrusts were fast, furious, desperate. Bastien gasped, lost in a primal need he couldn’t control. The impact of their bodies caused the remaining items on the desk to fall to the floor. Kate struggled to stay on her feet.

—Mmm... Kate... only you, princess... only you —he panted, thrusting over and over until he finally came inside her, pressing his forehead against her sweaty back, his breathing ragged and erratic.

He pulled out slowly. Kate, sti