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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-Lalia
Logan took my hand with a smile, his grip firm yet reassuring. He led me out of the ballroom, his strides confident and purposeful. I couldn't help but giggle, trying to keep up behind him, my heels clicking against the polished floor. We slipped out of the ball unnoticed, heading through the dark, winding halls of the mansion.
"Where are we going?" I asked, my voice a mix of concern and excitement.
Logan didn't answer immediately. Instead, he swung open the first door we came across, revealing a familiar dimly lit classroom. He pulled me inside, locking the door behind us with a decisive click.
Without missing a beat, I grabbed him by his tie, pulling him down to me. Our lips met in a rough, hungry kiss. Logan responded instantly, his hands gripping my ass as he lifted me onto the desk. His lips trailed over my neck, sending shivers down my spine.
His hands were everywhere, lifting my dress, trailing across my thighs. I could feel the heat radiating off him as he undid his tie. My fingers fumbled with his belt, unbuckling his pants with urgency. I ripped open his button-up shirt, my lips trailing across his chest, tasting the salt of his skin.
The room was filled with the sounds of our heavy breathing and the rustle of clothes. Every touch, every kiss was filled with an intensity that left me breathless.
His lips met mine again, and I felt his hand begin to slide under my dress, but I gently pulled back. "Wait," I whispered softly, my breath mingling with his.
Logan's breaths came in ragged, each one more labored than the last. Concern shadowed his face as he whispered, "What?" His hands remained firmly on the sides of my thighs, their grip a mix of desperation and fear.
A sudden realization hit me, causing my heart to skip a beat. I hadn't taken my pill. Panic surged through me as I looked up at Logan, my voice trembling slightly. "Do you have a condom?" I asked, my eyes searching his for reassurance.
Logan's lips curved into a smirk, his eyes glinting with a wild edge. "That's never stopped us before," he said, his voice rough and confident, like a growl.
I broke into a smile, but my eyes held a serious glint. "I'm serious, Logan," I said, my voice steady. "I haven't taken my pill in over a week."
Logan's expression softened just a bit, and he moved his lips down my chest, kissing it gently. "Guess we're just gonna have to ride this one out," he whispered softly against my skin, sending shivers down my spine.
He leaned down, ripping my panties off with his teeth, the fabric falling to the floor. He slowly slid into me, grunting out, the sound rough and deep, sending shivers down my spine. "Fuck, you feel good," he grunted.
I couldn't help but moan as he moved, every motion driving me wild. His breath came heavy against my ear as he growled, "No one can ever make you feel this way." I nodded, too overwhelmed by the sensations to form words.
