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.

My chest tightened. His thumb brushed my jaw, and in that moment, he looked so raw, so uncertain.


"I know you love me, Evric, I can feel it. But…" He paused, his thumb brushing my jaw gently, as though grounding himself. "I used to have an ex I loved. Just like you love me. But with sex… she was never enough for me. No matter how much I cared for her, she couldn't reach that part of me. So I need you to be honest. Am I enough for you?"


His words pierced me. My chest tightened, and I couldn't look away from him. I whispered his name like a plea. "Zayn… this is the reason you were angry, isn't it? The conversation we're having right now, it's the part that got you upset earlier, right?"


His lips pressed together, and he searched my face as if I'd caught the truth he'd been hiding. Finally, he exhaled. "Do you know exactly what I want to say?"


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