They say the body has memory.

I didn’t believe that until I started waking up soaked in sweat and c*m, my heart racing, my fingers trembling, my lips parted as if I’d been whispering his name in sleep.

But I never even knew his real name.

I remember his voice though, how it curled around me like smoke, soft and deep, commanding yet kind, dark and dangerous.

He never touched me. Never laid a hand on me. But I came so hard, I cried.

Now, every night, I crave it. That voice. That whisper that made my knees weak. That sin I never thought I’d want.

I thought I was straight. Now, I’m not even sure I’m sane.

And I think I’d ruin myself just to hear it again.

For 25 years, Zayn lived in a world of straight expectations, dating girls, chasing pleasure that always ended in silence and frustration. Sex was a routine, not release. Until one bored night, chasing a thrill, he said yes to something different.

A man in a club offered him more than money, he offered a secret, a night of satisfaction like he’d never known. But when Zayn entered that hotel room, he didn’t expect him, the rich, cold, dangerously alluring heir of a conservative empire, whose father publicly condemns everything he hides in the dark.

What started as a one-night experiment turned into a dangerous addiction. Without a single touch, Zayn was broken open, undone, and made to scream, cry, and beg, only through sound.

Now, even back home, Zayn trembles when he hears his voice in dreams, in memory, in madness. His sheets are always wet. His nights are restless. His body wants more.

And the worst part?

He's starting to want him, too.


18+ WARNING 
This story contains explicit male-male content, intense erotic scenes, and psychological seduction.
If you're not ready for a world where a voice can break you, proceed cautiously.

Read at your discretion.

When we finally separated, a quiet clarity settled between us. I knew the next step needed to be taken.


"I should inform Meera that I'll come tomorrow," I said calmly.


"Yes," Evric agreed instantly, his gaze warm. He stood up from the armchair, still holding my hand. He then walked toward the bedside table, pulling me along. He reached down and picked up my phone and handed it to me.


I took the phone, our fingers brushing. "Thank you, baby," I said, appreciating the small, thoughtful gesture.


I unlocked the screen and opened my messaging app, quickly typing out a reply to Meera, confirming that I would meet Liam tomorrow, making the final arrangements for the difficult day ahead. The gravity of the message was heavy, but Evric's comforting presence beside me made the task manageable.


"Ask for the address, love," Evric prompted gently, resting his chin on my shoulder.


"She will send it to me," I assured him, hitting 'Send.'


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