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.

When I saw the photo, my eyes blinked wide open in disbelief. I wouldn't lie; it shifted something inside me. That kind of bold, reckless energy... Nicki had always been wild and dirty in a way that stirred things I rarely admitted out loud.


Zayn wasn't like that. Not that wild. Not that crazy. Nicki and I had crossed so many lines, tried things I wouldn't even dare speak of, but those memories, no matter how intense, no longer defined me.


Because at that moment, I realized something.


I love Zayn. He's trying, he might not bring chaos, but he brings calm. He may not know the thrill of dangerous nights, but he gives me peace, and I crave that more than I crave anything Nicki ever gave me.


My breath hitched. I almost slipped, almost let the past drag me under. My fingers twitched with the memory of touches long gone. But I didn't give in.


Chapter 36 - Chapter 36: My Ex Still Knows My Body