Chasing Desire: My First Time with the Lady of the Seas
The upstairs room in the Gosiers Asséchés tavern reeked of salt and stale beer. Sun poured through the verrière, turning the air thick, sticky. Sweat beaded on my skin. Mary sat on the edge of the creaky bed, her eyepatch off, that piercing eye locked on mine. Pique-Viande had left us alone, grinning like he…
