Devlon had gone all out for their dinner, preparing Sorcha's favorite dishes and setting a table adorned with candles. Sorcha knew that he hadn't meant to make a romantic scene, but it warmed her heart nonetheless.
As they savored each bite, the connection between them seemed to deepen, their laughter filling the room.
After dessert, Devlon cleared the plates and turned to Sorcha, a look of desire in his eyes. She'd bathed before dinner, and was in one of his night shirts, her dark hair slightly dampened still.
Without a word, he pulled her into his arms, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss. The heat between them was electric, but there was also a deep sense of love and connection that made Sorcha's heart soar.
As they continued to kiss, Sorcha felt a surge of emotion sweep over her. She knew in that moment that she wanted to be with Devlon, to live and love him, forever. And without hesitation, she whispered in his ear, "I want to be with you, always."
Devlon's eyes sparkled with joy and relief, knowing that she felt the same way.
"Making demands, now are you, little brat?"
Her laugh filled the space.
Sorcha knew that she had found her home in Devlon's arms, and she vowed to always cherish and nurture the love they shared.
Together, they would face whatever challenges came their way, knowing that as long as they had each other, they could conquer anything.
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ILLYRIAN PRIDE
FanfictionCassian and Nesta's youngest daughter, Sorcha, has decided to follow in her parents' footsteps and compete in the Blood Rite. She has been training in the Illyrian Mountains with a single goal in mind. However, the mother has a twisted sense of humo...
