TW: badly written smut

Grayson

I placed kisses up her neck in the car.

"Hey Mrs. Hawthorne."

Before I could kiss her again she grabbed my face with one hand.

"Love what-"

"Shhh," She commanded.

She kissed my cheekbones then down my neck. She did it a few times before seeming satisfied.

"What did you do?" I questioned.

"Absolutely nothing." She replied.

"There's a lipstick stain isn't there?" I concluded.

She pouted. "You're no fun."

We got to the villa and she dragged me to the bedroom.

"I wanna do something tonight." She stated.

I gestured to the bed and she rolled her eyes.

"Duh, it's our wedding night but I meant something different."

"Which is?" I queried, afraid of the answer.

She bit her bottom lip before giggling a bit.

"I wanna take pictures, like a photoshoot of sorts, of the two of us."

"Okay..." 

Before I knew it, I was being dragged out onto the villa's balcony and she was posing for the camera.

She didn't wear a traditional wedding dress. More something you'd see her wear to a gala.

A white silk slip dress that went till her mid-thigh.

Silver earrings on her ears and rings on her hands. Including our wedding band.

I set the ISO until its perfect.

She leans over the rail of the balcony slightly and the spaghetti straps of her dress slip down her shoulder slightly.

"Jesus you're like the fucking stars in the sky." I mutter.

She makes her way over to me and pulls me in by my jacket.

"My turn." She says.

She has me sat on the table on the balcony, whiskey in hand.

I hear the camera shutter.

Soon enough she's walking over to me with it in hand.

"Gray will you-"

I'm pulling her onto my lap before she can finish and gently taking the camera away.

I flick through the photos and smile.

"They're gorgeous love."

She smiles and leans down to kiss me.

"I'm so lucky to be married to you." I say.

"I love you to the end of the world Gray."

Both of us are a drink deep, and for the two of us that's nothing.

"Baby?" She asks.

"What's that love?"

"You wanna do something fun?" She smirks.

Within the next couple seconds she's over my shoulders and I'm carrying her to bed.

She flops down on the matress and smiles up at me.

"So..." she smiles.

"Jesus Gray please I can't take it anymore."

My grip on her waist tightens.

"Come on my love I know you can do it. I've got you."

She tugs at my hair a few times before loosening her grip on it and sighing.

"Stay here let me get some towels." I say, getting up.

"Or better yet-"

Soon enough the two of us are in the bathtub, somehow both of us managed to get into the tub.

Her head is resting on my chest and my arms are wrapped round her waist.

"I love you Kayla, more than words can describe."

"You complete me Gray." She looks up and tells me.

A ping on her phone.

She picks it up and furrows her brows.

The number's unknown

"Cute wedding dress." It read.

Then another one.

"Lock your doors, Paris isn't any fun when there's a bullet through your head."

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I feel like yall shud know by now that if I wrote the ff no one's allowed to be happy for long.

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mia