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He slid his hand along that exposed skin, and she gasped in a sharp breath. Fearfully, her eyes flitted to the door of their little private compartment. It hadn’t occurred to her to save money by taking a lesser class. The shade over the window was drawn down, and the door would not open without a warning knock.

Just so, he expended a little bit of power to encourage all those who would interfere to continue past as quickly as possible, automatically skippingthe door.

No one would disturb them, but he wasn’t going to tell her that. The thrill of being caught added to the aphrodisiac.

He pulled at his cravat and undid the top button, showing her a scandalous amount of his neck. Pure as the driven snow, she gasped again, her own fingers lifting to touch the beckoning skin. That alone made her moan, and it was at that moment when his fingers darted in past herdefenses.

She gasped and squeaked. As she did so, he moved in and slipped his tongue into her opening mouth, swallowing her cries, as his digit slicked along her wetness. He didn’t enter her. Not yet. Only traced along her folds and back, feeling for the erection of her clitoris, alreadysparking.

Her hands grasped feebly at his shoulders, yet she did not push him away. Only hesitated as she tried to comprehend what was happening. His fingers moved again, exploring her, mapping out her responses to the touch, all while he continued to ravishher lips.

There was a temptation to slip one of his fingers inside her, test out that virginity she had been so proud of a few days before.

“Oh Rafferty,” she moaned.

That was wrong. That… that wasn’t his memory.

Breaking the kiss, he looked down at the young woman before him, but she had changed, been replaced by an angel with golden-red hair.

Helena smiled up at him, wrapping her hands around his neck to pull him back into another robust kiss.

There was nothing he could do. He couldn’t change what had happened. This wasa memory.

But guilt was introduced, a feeling he knew he hadn’t felt as he deflowered… he couldn’t remember her name. That was gone, consumed by the demoness invadingthismemory. The woman beneath him as he opened his trousers to set his cock free was a different woman. And she was consuming him instead of him consuming her…

Chapter 16

Memory

Devoured

“Oh wow,” Helena breathed as she arched back. At some point in their exchange, she had come to straddle him. “I feelamazing!”

She settled back on his legs, rolling her shoulders as she savored the delicious feeling of power feedingher being.

Blinking, Rafferty realized his eyes were already open, even though he had been enveloped by that memory. A memory he realized he still retained. He could see it all in his mind’s eye. The train, the woman. The taste of her in his mouth, the feel of her body around his fingers.

Except, the memory was now changed. It was Helena he remembered there. Even though it wasn’tpossible.

Helena’s eyes opened, and she smiled with so much affection it hummed through him. It was an expression of kindness, warmth, and a little bit of mischievous delight. Slowly, she kissed him affectionately, then nuzzled his neck, settling contentedly against him. “Are you alright?”she asked.

“Yes, but I don’t understand. You didn’t eat my memory?”

She sat up and cocked her head to one side. “I didn’t?”

He shook his head. “I still remember it.”

“Who was that woman anyway?”

“I… I can’t remember that part. It’s different now.” He pressed his fingers into the ghost of the ice pick still insidehis brain.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying tohurt you.”

“No, that’s not it. I’m fine. But it’s weird. When I think of that memory now, I don’t see her. I see you.” He met her gaze but didn’t find any answers in her confused eyes. “Now I’m a bitworried.”

Then there was a knock at the door. “Dessert and snack cart. Do you want anything?” a voice called throughthe door.

Helena’s eyes went wide with delight. “Oooh, dessert cart,” she said, bouncing off his lap to open the door. “Oh, dear Lord! Rafferty, you have to comesee this.”

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