Kelsey Baker
Bio
I am a self published author, who focuses on romance. Specifically darker, fantastical story lines that border on inappropriate. You know, the fun stuff. Enjoy!
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Stories (4/0)
Chained A Fated Mate Romance
~C~ Trying to be considerate, I’d refrained from stalking her as she ate. Instead finding an open space at a corner of the room, from which I could keep an inconspicuous eye on her. Shortly after taking my place, the normal royal obsessed courtiers began encircling me. They spoke to me, but mainly each other, each fighting for my attentions. All of which were still on my mate. Watching her try different foods, I found myself envious of each piece consumed. This was ridiculous, here she was nourishing herself, and I couldn’t keep my mind from the thought of her taking me into her mouth like that. Her hands tenderly claiming what was hers, as her lips would envelope my length. It was a sensation I was certain would drive me to the brink of madness.
By Kelsey Baker4 years ago in Filthy
Chained A Fated Mate Romance
~E~ I’d never actually run away from anything, but I was more than willing to flee the bath and the angry man I left brooding alone inside it. He was so close, we were so close, and sitting on the bed, I could still feel the heat from his body still lingering on my skin.
By Kelsey Baker4 years ago in Filthy
Chained - A Fated Mate Romance
~C~ Leaving Aamon and making my way to my chambers, I noticed the normal gaggle of courtiers that polluted the halls were nowhere in sight. They were either still recovering from the spectacle this afternoon or were avoiding me as I advanced through the halls. Honestly, between my experience in the Grand Hall, trading pleasantries with my father, and acquiring the new responsibilities, that came with having a mate from the wild, avoidance was the wise choice for them.
By Kelsey Baker4 years ago in Filthy
Chained- A Fated Mate Romance
~E~ What an absolute shit show. Alone for the first time since being transplanted here, I slid down the stone door that separated me from everything I didn’t want to deal with right now. Pulling my legs in from the marble floor, I rested my head on my knees and took a deep breath, as highlights from it all began dancing in my head.
By Kelsey Baker4 years ago in Filthy
