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.

But the rational thoughts were drowned out by the sudden, overwhelming heat of his presence. Before I could truly gather my scattered thoughts, I felt Evans's mouth descend, his lips finding and gently suckling the skin of my neck.


"Huh," I let out a sharp, involuntary groan. Immediately, I found the necessary strength. "Stop! I'm not ready."


Evans froze instantly. He lifted his head, his face hovering just inches from mine, his eyes searching, filled with a sudden, painful rejection. "Are you rejecting me?" he asked, his voice low and wounded.


"No!" I rushed to correct him, sitting up slightly. "No, I'm not rejecting you."


"Then why?" he pressed, confusion mixing with the hurt in his eyes.


"I just... I wasn't ready," I repeated, feeling hopelessly inadequate.


He shifted, raising his body as if to stand up, his expression hardening into that stubborn, arrogant look I knew so well. "It's okay. I understand you are rejecting me but trying to be nice."


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