“ feisty , aren't we ? ” leon teased , his gloved thumb brushed along claire's bottom lip and smirked in a devious way .
face brought closer to her neck and bit her soft skin slightly in response — leaving a mark there . “ are you 𝑚𝑦 good girl ? ”
she bites her lip, feeling a spark of heat spread through her as his broad chest presses against her back. the hand on her waist makes her straighten a bit. a soft intake of breath held as his grip on her jaw tightens —- nonetheless, she smirks.
“ ... depends on who’s asking. ”