At Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, Lalia Azali hides more than most. She's not just a surgeon-she's this universe's Scarlet Witch, a title whispered with fear and awe, tied to a power she never wanted and a fate she can't outrun.
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- Logan
I woke up to the sound of birds chirping and sunlight streaming through the cabin windows. The warmth of the new day filtered in, and I reached over to hold Lalia, but my hand met nothing but the cool sheets. She wasn't there.
I rose up slowly, squinting my eyes against the brightness. "Lalia?" I called out, but there was no answer. My heart pounded a little faster as I pulled the cover off me and swung my legs over the edge of the bed.
Just as I was about to get up, I saw the bathroom door open. There she was, standing in the doorway. She had a robe on, but it was loosely tied, revealing a hint of lingerie underneath. She looked stunning, and I couldn't help but stare.
"Hey husband," she said, her voice soft and playful.
"Come here," I said, my voice raspy but filled with affection.
She smiled, walking over to me with that graceful stride of hers. When she reached me, she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me deeply. I pulled her close, feeling the warmth of her body against mine.
"I thought you bailed on me wife," I murmured against her lips.
She pulled back just enough to look into my eyes, her expression one of pure love and amusement. "Never," she whispered.
I held her tight, the weight of the world lifting off my shoulders. I kissed her deeply, feeling the softness of her lips meld with mine, the taste of her lingering on my tongue. My fingers found the ties of her robe and pulled gently, feeling the fabric give way. She smiled against my lips, her breath warm and inviting, and with a gentle push, she guided me back onto the bed.
She climbed on top of me, her movements slow and deliberate, and I watched as the robe slipped from her shoulders and fell to the floor, revealing her in matching black lingerie that hugged her curves perfectly. My eyes traced the lines of her toned body, my hands following suit, and I felt my breath hitch as I leaned in to kiss her stomach, feeling her shiver beneath my touch.
"You're so beautiful," I whispered against her skin, my voice rough with emotion. Her scent enveloped me, a heady mix of vanilla and something uniquely her, intoxicating and irresistible.
She smiled down at me, her fingers playing with the waistband of my sweats, teasingly pulling them down. I reached up, my hand tangling in her hair, pulling her closer as she began to kiss my neck. Her lips were soft and insistent, and I couldn't help but groan out, the sound escaping me unbidden.
Her touch was electric, sending shivers down my spine as she moved against me. My hands roamed her body, feeling the smoothness of her skin, the way her muscles tensed and relaxed under my touch.
As she continued to kiss my neck, I let my hands explore, tracing the curve of her back, the softness of her thighs. I could feel her heartbeat against my chest, a steady rhythm that matched my own. The world outside ceased to exist, and all that mattered was the two of us, lost in this moment of pure, unadulterated passion.
