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 immediately took up a serious tone. "Evans, if you're waiting for Nantam to come to you and openly admit his feelings, I hate to break it to you—but that day isn't going to come."


Evans looked crushed. I met his gaze firmly. "That day isn't coming. Nantam is genuinely afraid of getting hurt by love, and with everything already complicated between you two, the situation with Nicki and Evric, the family history, he's not going to trust easily, nor will he openly admit he has feelings for you."


"But if you truly like him, and I can sense that Nantam does feel something for you, you can't wait for him to confess. You'll have to take the initiative and make that day happen yourself."


I leaned closer, conspiratorially. "If possible, just force him to confess, just like how your brother did to me."


Evans's eyes brightened with sudden, eager curiosity. "How? Nantam usually ignores my calls! He only answers if I keep calling nonstop."


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