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.

I quickly ate the delicious food Evric had ordered, feeling energized and prepared. Afterward, fueled by affection and anticipation, we began the sweet, task of arranging the boxes and preparing everything needed for the emotional journey tomorrow.


We neatly folded the soft little clothes and stacked the toys, preparing the perfect bundle for Liam.


After everything was arranged, Evric looked at me, his expression softening with a hint of wistfulness. "Babe," he said quietly.


He sighed lightly, leaning against the table. He smiled and said, "I would have loved to meet Liam too."


I looked at him, knowing Meera would never allow him anywhere near Liam. I was about to apologize, but Evric stopped me the second he caught the pity in my gaze.


"I know," he said with a wry smile. "I know it's impossible. But I truly hope you have fun with him."


"Are you excited to meet him?" he asked, walking over to me.


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