At Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, the esteemed Lalia Azali serves as a dedicated teacher and is also this universe's Scarlet Witch. Endowed with formidable powers and a destiny she must face, Lalia confronts her fate amidst the school's hall...
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- Logan
Her lips were like fire against mine, and I couldn't get enough. Every kiss, every touch, it was like a drug I was addicted to. I wrapped my arms around her, lifting her off the ground without breaking the kiss. She responded instantly, her hands threading through my hair, her breath coming in quick, heated gasps between our kisses.
I moved us towards the wall, pressing her against it, feeling her body move against mine. The intensity of the moment was overwhelming, and I could feel her need matching my own. My hand slid roughly up her thigh, feeling the smoothness of her skin under my fingertips. She moaned softly, and it drove me wild.
She started to tear at my shirt, her hands tracing the lines of my chest. I could feel her urgency, her desire, and it only fueled my own. I gripped the hem of her skirt, ripping it off in one swift motion. Her blouse was next, and I didn't hesitate. I caught the fabric between my teeth and tore it down the middle, exposing her to me.
The sound of fabric ripping was like music to my ears, and I could feel her shiver in response. I pressed my lips to her neck, trailing kisses down to her collarbone. Her hands were everywhere, exploring my chest, my back, pulling me closer. The world outside ceased to exist; it was just the two of us, lost in this moment of raw, unfiltered passion.
I could feel the heat radiating off her, matching my own. She arched against me, her nails digging into my skin, and I couldn't hold back a growl of desire. I pressed her harder against the wall, feeling the intensity of our connection. Her breath was hot against my ear, and I could hear the soft, desperate sounds she was making, driving me to the brink.
Her eyes met mine, and in that moment, I saw everything – her desire, her love, her complete trust in me. I slowly slid myself into her, groaning deeply.
"Logan," she gasped, her voice breathless. "I love you."
Her legs wrapped tightly around my waist as I continued to roll my hips forward, words struggling to escape my lips. "I love you too, Lalia," I murmured against her lips, my voice rough with passion. "More than anything."
"That's it, baby." I whispered, my lips trailing down her neck. I could feel her hands exploring my body, her touch sending shivers down my spine. My own hands roamed over her, memorizing every curve, every inch of her.
Her eyelids grew heavy, slowly fluttering shut. A soft moan escaped her lips as I felt her body begin to tense and tremble against me, her movements gradually slowing. She clung to me, her grip tightening as she struggled to maintain her composure.
"Come on, princess. You can take it," I murmured, my breath hot against her ear. My lips traced the curve of her earlobe, eliciting a soft gasp from her. The tension between us crackled like electricity, every touch and whisper heightening the intensity.
She responded with a soft moan, her fingers digging into my shoulders. "Logan, it feels so good."
I groaned out, her words echoing in my brain, "Damn, Lia. I've missed you so much." My voice was thick with longing as I spoke, each word dripping with the intensity of my desire.
