As the heated moments began to settle, the cave felt charged with a different kind of tension. Mahnoor's breath still came in quick bursts, her heart racing from the rush of sensations and emotions. She had crossed a threshold she never thought she would, yet now there was no turning back.
But then, with the weight of his body still pressing over her, Lazarus's voice broke through the haze, low and rumbling. "I'm going to mate with you," Lazarus declared.
Mahnoor's heart plummeted into her stomach at the thought. She felt a wave of fear wash over her, a cold chill sweeping through the heat that had just enveloped her. "No! That's too much! Look at you and look at my size—I can't, Lazarus!" Panic surged through her, making her voice tremble as she backed away, attempting to distance herself from the truth of his words.
His golden eyes narrowed slightly, the predatory glint sharpening as he watched her retreat. "But I want you all to myself," he insisted, his voice low and dangerous. It was a possessive declaration that sent a shiver down her spine, stirring something primal within her that both excited and terrified her.
In her instinctual urge to escape, Mahnoor turned to slide away from him, but before she could gain any distance, Lazarus's large hands shot out, grasping her wrists with a gentleness that belied his strength. He pulled her closer, a sudden and overwhelming force that left her breathless.
"Lazarus, you're suffocating me!" she gasped, her heart racing with panic as he lowered himself further on top of her, his weight pressing her into the soft blanket beneath. The intensity of his body was almost crushing, the heat radiating from him mixing with the overwhelming scent of him that surrounded her.
He merely chuckled darkly, a sound that reverberated in his chest like thunder. "You forgot," he said, leaning in so that his hot breath fanned across her face, making her skin tingle. "I'm sparing your life in return for your company and my satisfaction." His words were laced with a dangerous kind of promise, one that made her heart race in a different way entirely.
As he lowered himself further, his massive form enveloping her, Mahnoor could feel the sheer weight of him pressing down. "If I lower onto you further," he continued, his voice a low growl, "you'll be crushed beneath my weight. So, you better obey and mate with me. I've been alone for too long!"
Each word was like a heavy stone dropping into a still pond, sending ripples of fear and desire coursing through her. The reality of her situation crashed down on her, and she felt panic threaten to consume her. It was one thing to feel the thrill of his kiss, the intoxicating sensations that came with his touch; it was another to face the reality of what he was asking of her.
"Lazarus," she pleaded, her voice a whisper now, laced with desperation. "Please… I can't…"
He interrupted her with a low growl, pressing down against her, his body heavier now. "You think I want to hurt you?" His gaze locked onto hers, intense and unwavering. "I want to feel you, to share this moment with you. You have no idea what it's like to be alone for so long."
Mahnoor's heart raced as she searched his eyes, hoping to find a hint of compassion amid the primal hunger. His expression was a mix of desperation and determination, a fierce longing that resonated deep within her. There was a part of her that understood the loneliness he must have felt, but that didn't erase the fear coursing through her veins.
"I—I don't know if I can do this," she stammered, her voice trembling as she felt his body pressing closer, almost suffocating in its weight. The heat radiating from him was overwhelming, and her body instinctively recoiled from the intensity of it.
Lazarus shifted slightly, his body settling more firmly against hers, making her acutely aware of the space between them. She could feel his heart pounding in rhythm with hers, a primal connection that sent waves of uncertainty rolling through her. "You have to trust me," he said softly, his voice a low rumble. "I won't hurt you if you don't resist."
Her breath caught in her throat as she felt the enormity of his presence, the raw power radiating from him. The fear was palpable, yet underneath it lay something else—a flicker of intrigue and undeniable attraction that pulled at her, whispering of the unknown.
"Lazarus…" she breathed, grappling with her emotions. She could feel the tension between them shifting, warping into something unnameable and terrifying. She wanted to run, to escape the inevitability of his desires, but deep down, she felt the stirrings of a curiosity she could not ignore.
"Just stay with me," he urged, leaning closer, his massive frame enveloping her like a warm blanket. "You don't have to fight me."
His words resonated deep within her, sparking a desire to understand him, to explore this strange bond they had formed. But the fear remained, a shadow lurking just beneath the surface, whispering doubts that clouded her mind.
As she lay beneath him, her body caught between terror and intrigue, Mahnoor knew she stood at a crossroads. To give in was to surrender everything she knew, to leap into the unknown with a creature who was both captivating and terrifying. But to resist was to remain alone, to deny the connection that had ignited in the depths of the cave.
With every breath, the weight of his body pressed her closer to the brink. She could either submit to the raw power of his presence or fight against it and face the reality of being alone in his den. The choice was hers, but with each passing moment, she could feel the boundaries of her fears beginning to blur, the edge of her control slipping away.
In that moment, as she stared into the depths of his golden eyes, she felt the decision hanging in the balance, poised to tip one way or the other. And in the depths of her uncertainty, she could feel the thrill of desire awakening, igniting the primal instincts buried within her, pulling her closer to the beast that hovered above her, waiting for her choice.