Chapter 55
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Father Jon watched her closely as she drank the liquid down.
As soon as she replaced the glass, she reached for his wounded thumb, dazzled by the sinfully rouged sight. “You’ve cut yourself.” Hunger, stark and vivid, glittered in her eyes as she lifted it and slowly drew it across her lips.
A shiver of panic stabbed him, and he quickly pulled it away. “Yes, it happened earlier.”
“No! Don’t!” she said, grabbing it back and bringing it up to her lips once again. Her tongue automatically flicked out to savor it before she opened her lips and took his thumb inside her mouth and sucked it erotically. The sucking motion caused the cut to reopen, and the sweet metallic taste of blood raked across her sensitive taste buds and seeped sweetly down her throat.