She slapped me on the bicep hard enough that I winced. “And you didn’t lead with this information? Seriously, SJ! What if I had a brain fart and just grabbed the ring and put it on without even knowing what you could do with it?”

I swallowed, wishing I had a shirt on, because I suddenly felt the urge to tug at my collar. “I … thought you should have the choice to make your soul whole again … just for yourself, with no other … factors … clouding your decision.”

Her lips pursed, but I thought maybe it was just to try and stifle a grin because her eyes were twinkling—not with tears, but with that mischievous gleam I so loved.

“Well, that’s the first thing that’ll have to go when we’re married,” she remarked, her fingers trailing their way down my stomach. It dipped under the touch, my cock twitching in my breeches.

“What’s the first thing?” I asked hoarsely, her words making little sense in the aroused fog of my mind.

“You, thinking, silly,” she purred, her fingers scraping back up my body until she reached my neck. She toyed with the hair at my nape, making me shiver. “If you’re going to entertain ridiculous thoughts like, I wouldn’t want to know I could have forever with you, before I make a momentous decision, then I really should be the one doing all the decision making in this marriage.”

“In this … what is going on here?” I asked, the words ending with a grunt as she rocked her hips, grazing my cock.

“This, you silly, silly devil.” Jemma tilted her head to the side, slipping out of my hold. She reached into my pocket, plucking the Token from it. Lifting my hand, she found my ring finger and slipped the little silver band on. It snagged on my first knuckle, but I felt a rush of heat, spreading from my finger, up my arm, and settling in my chest. In my heart.

The ring flashed pink for a second, and suddenly, under Jemma’s fingers, it expanded, sliding all the way onto my finger before settling back to silver.

“Oooh, I felt that!” Jemma gasped, her body trembling slightly as I stared down at the ring, now perfectly sized to my finger. “I guess I’m going to make an honest devil out of you, Satan Junior Luci⁠—”

I cupped her butt, pulling her up until my lips found hers. All these feelings needed an outlet, and her mouth was the only place worthy of them. I kissed her until we were both breathless, and gasping, and grinning stupidly.

“I can feel your soul in me, Mouse,” I rumbled. “And it feels … right.”

“Of course it does, SJ. It belongs to you, just like the rest of me.” She nuzzled her nose against mine before pressing a soft kiss to the tip of it. “So … are we officially engaged?”