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Take it until I pass out.”
    “I’ll take only as much as I need.”
    “Of all times for you to be a gentleman.”
    No, shit. He’d just turned down his dream lay: fucking, gluttony, and handcuffs. Maybe even a blindfold for good measure. Cripes. What a fool he was, saying no to her. But he stuck to his guns and fed lightly.
    While he drank, she moaned, getting high on the sensation.
    The bracelet reappeared on her wrist, and she said, “You don’t have to make it disappear again. It doesn’t matter now that I’m not with Keith anymore. But I don’t want to talk about him.” She closed her eyes, then whispered, “Thank you, Nicholas.”
    As to what she was thanking him for, he wasn’t sure. Telling her about Keith? Comforting her? Refusing to take advantage? Getting her stoned while he fed?
    Whatever the case, he softly replied, “You’re welcome.”
    She cuddled closer. “Maybe tomorrow you can chain me to the bed.”
    He wrapped her in his arms. “Maybe, I can.”
    Maybe. Absolutely. He would.

Chapter Six

    Marie woke up feeling the fallout of Keith’s betrayal. He’d flushed five years of her life down the drain. But what complicated the fallout was waking up beside another man. There was Nicholas, surprisingly tender, insanely gorgeous Nicholas, with his arms tucked around her.
    She peered over at him. He was awake, of course. Gen-vamps didn’t sleep.
    Mortified, she told him, “I’m sorry I said those embarrassing things to you last night.”
    He released her. Then he leaned on his elbow and replied, “You mean offering to let me chain you up? Nothing embarrassing about that.”
    “Well, it is to me.” She felt foolish for being so bold.
    “I guess that means I don’t stand a chance of taking advantage of you today.”
    A darkly delicious sensation erupted in her nether region, and she squeezed her thighs together. “Are you saying that you want to?”
    “If you’re not too hung over to handle it.”
    Surprisingly, she didn’t have a hangover. But whether she could handle being restrained was another matter. “I’m not into bondage.”
    “You sure about that?”
    “I wasn’t myself last night.”
    “I’m talking about right now.”
    She did another thigh squeeze. Thank goodness she wasn’t naked underneath the nightgown Nicholas had created for her. She was wearing panties. Her underwear, not a pair he’d manifested.
    “Just say the word, Marie, and I’ll chain you up as romantically as I can.”
    God help her, her skin went warm. Then again, what woman wouldn’t react, especially after the man she’d been hoping to marry had made mincemeat out of her heart? “You’re going to make it romantic?”
    “I’m going to try.”
    “Why?”
    “Because I think it’s what you need.”
    Unsure of what she needed, she replied, “Can I see your stomach?”
    He made a perplexed face. “What for?”
    “I’m curious if you really have a hernia scar.”
    He sat up. He was fully clothed, wearing the same attire as when he’d climbed into bed with her last night. He unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside.
    Marie scanned his bared flesh. He had the abs of a god, rippling in male perfection.
    He undid his jeans and pushed them down. Not far enough to see his penis, but enough to expose to the area that would have required surgery. He didn’t have a mark on him.
    She stated the obvious. “You don’t have a scar.”
    “It used to be right here.” He showed her the spot, drawing a line with his finger. “And when I become human again, it will probably reappear. I hope it does. I want to have a reminder of my past and my mortality.” He readjusted his pants. “Did you know that the woman my brother fell in love in with has scars all over one side of her face from being burned in a fire?”
    “No, I didn’t know that.”
    “Her wish was to be beautiful, but after the two weeks ended, her scars came back. Anthony couldn’t make her beautiful forever. But to him she is