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.

As I settled onto the edge of the bed, watching Evric gaze at Liam with such profound tenderness, he suddenly wrapped his arms around my waist from behind. He leaned his chin on my shoulder, his voice low and teasing, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.


"Babe," he purred, giving me a gentle squeeze. "Now it's your turn to take care of me."


I laughed softly and rested my head back against his. "Alright, you big baby… tell me, what exactly does my big baby want me to do?"


He smiled broadly. "I want you to shower for me, too."


I laughed, gently pushing his cheek. "No, no, no. I know exactly what you mean, but we are not doing that tonight. We have a sleeping angel in the room, remember?" I turned my head to meet his gaze. "Not tonight, love. Ask again tomorrow."


He stared at me, pleading with his eyes, trying to use that irresistible charm. I stood firm. "No, Evric. We're not doing it for tonight. But you can ask again tomorrow."


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