#LoveScenes (R18 Jamie Dornan & Dakota Johnson fanfic Discontinued)

CHAPTER THIRTEEN: chupaCABRA

Having made the revelation, Jamie leaned back on the armchair breaking physical contact between them. The enormous burden of his secret, his blood lust was lifted from his shoulders. Being without a beard made Jamie feel naked, his right hand reached to brush it but came into contact with skin instead. Telling Dakota about his predatory nature left him even more exposed.

Dakota rose up from her king sized four poster bed and curled herself on his lap. He felt her bury her face in the area between his jaw line and neck. Her warm breath fanned his skin and she took in the fresh scent of his designer aftershave.

Dakota's caring and compassionate nature touched him every time. He thought she would back away if she knew about his predilection but his revelation had only made her want to sooth the beast inside of him. Jamie felt a lump of emotion form in his throat at her reaction. At the same time his keen sense of smell and taste could make out drops of blood on her lip that provoked the beast within. The predator he kept on a tight leash.

Jamie opened his eyes and held Dakota's curled body closer into his hard muscular body. The hazel starburst that lined his deep blue eyes glowed giving his eyes a distinctive golden hue. He planted a light feather kiss on the top of her head nestling on his neck whilst savouring the warmth of her feminine curves on him.

"Jamie, did you think we could have worked this intimately on the movie and I not feel hair rising moments when darkness engulfs you...OK, I didn't guess how big your erection could get when there were all the people on the film set watching our every move." Dakota's increased heartbeat and trembling lips were the only indications that she was visibly shaken by his revelation. Her chest was heaving with every deep breath.

"Aren't you scared," Jamie asked as his right hand nimbly but very slowly unbuttoned her low cut blouse. He hadn't asked but knew she could stop him anytime if that's what she wanted.

"No...," as if changing her mind said, "Maybe a little frightened. You gave me that long stemmed blood rose because you remembered my favourite fairy tale, La Belle et la Bête, Beauty and the Beast by Jeanne-Marie Leprince de Beaumont. Beauty had to be brave to love the Beast," she said rising her chest to meet his hand.

Jamie felt pleasure, she welcomed his wandering hands.

"I like the way you tell the original story of Beauty and the Beast."

"You always liked a good story," Dakota's mother, Melanie and step father, Antonio had nurtured her love of stories and storytelling. There was nothing like the family sitting down to a recorded chapter of a tele-novella. Her sister, Stella del Carmen Banderas had a knack for guessing story plot twists and turns. Stella who had turned eighteen only last month couldn't help being the brightest light bulb in the pack! If intelligent, practical, younger sister Stella was in the room, she would advise Dakota to get up from Jamie's lap and run...no, to fly like the wind...

"The Irish in me is partial to a good story," he pressed a kiss poignantly on her neck. "You should be frightened of my blood craving," his hand held one breast through the bra. It perfectly fit his hand as he gave it a tender squeeze.

"What I'm scared of...is waking up in a cold sweat because my life is cut off from you. I've been thinking about how seductive, extraordinary the BDSM lifestyle really is...and how relationships of people like us can play out in the media."

"Do you mean speculations that we're having an affair or that we hate each other."

"If the love scenes are as passionate as we all want, we can expect speculations about us for years to come. The longest speculation I can think of is about Thomas Jefferson and teenage Sally Hemings. Over two hundred years later, there's still an appetite to know whether their relationship was sexual or not. What intrigues me though is why Sally left Paris, a city where she learnt to speak French and earn a living as a free young woman for nearly two years. She returned to Virginia as a slave. Whatever the nature of their relationship, Sally gave up her freedom when she left France. She was never free again."