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 reached for the doorbell, but before my finger could touch the button, the massive front door swung open.


Two of Evric's staff stepped out, stopping the moment they noticed me.


"Good evening, sir," they greeted in unison, polite and formal.


"Good evening," I returned with a small nod.


Stepping into Evric's living room, the first thing that greeted me was the warm, effortless laughter of his siblings. Evric sat relaxed on the couch, deep in conversation with Evans and Chrisly, while Nuala perched nearby, her voice rising above the soft music playing in the background.


The moment Evric saw me in the doorway, the chatter fell silent.


"Babe!" he blurted out, surprise flashing across his face before it softened into that familiar, heart–melting look he reserved only for me. Without hesitation, he sprang to his feet and hurried toward me.


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