Hayle Whitley

“I am loved by him in a way that no one else on the planet could ever love me.”
― T.M. Frazier, Up in Smoke

“I love him. The good, the bad, the violent, the brutal, and the bloody. I love all of him.”
― T.M. Frazier, Up in Smoke

“Frankie wants me dirty. Real.
And I want her.
Any way I can fucking have her.
She belongs to me.
Frankie Helburn is mine.
She isn’t under my skin. She’s fucking torched it. My flesh burns for her. She’s the flame and the balm, both painful and soothing. I want more of her.
All of her.
She owns me. Body. Soul. Bloody hands, along with whatever the fuck is left of my heart. It’s hers. All of it.
I’m not just obsessed or consumed by Frankie Helburn.
I lift her into my arms. Her legs wrap around my waist and our lips crash together.
She’s part of me.”
― T.M. Frazier, Up in Smoke

“I don’t want gentle. I just want you,” she whispers. “All of you.”
I growl and then my lips are on her. She wants all of me, so I give it to her. All six foot three of barren soul and misguided morals. All of my broken, black heart.
All of the nothing I am is now hers.
She’s my victim, and I’m her tormentor.
She’s my prey, and I’m the predator.
She is mine to do with as I please.
And what I please right now is to make her come. Make her scream my name. make her feel every inch of my desire for her and show her she’s always belonged to me.
I want to see her tears of pleasure. I want to hear her screams of pain. I want her moaning my name.
I want it all.
I have it all, and right now there’s no going back. I’m going to take it. Take HER.
Because she’s mine.”
― T.M. Frazier, Up in Smoke