Rebekah Christie

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Those same eyes were a vivid caramel-brown that looked a lustrous gold in some lighting. The angles of his ruggedly masculine face were hard and sharp. His short hair was dark as molasses, much like the light layer of scruff that darkened his strong jaw. His bottom lip was slightly fuller than his top one, and she wanted to lick both. Maybe even nibble on them a little.
When He's Torn (The Olympus Pride, #5)
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