He cups me close to his face, near his mouth, so that his lips are grazing the reaches of my light. "You're warm, B." He grins. "Like a small, fluttering bird." Then, his grin grows into something edging on salacious, and I have one hasty, breathless thought: . . . He's going to kiss me? Nope. At the last moment, he opens his mouth and shoves me inside. If I'm not mistaken, I've just been swallowed. Bexley Lightborne is not your average...