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 turned him in my arms, my lips brushing his ear, my voice dropping deeper, raw with desire. "Show me the appreciation, Zayn. With the way you'll fuck me tonight… without holding anything back."


He smiled, eyes soft yet burning with the same hunger. "You know I can't say no to you, Evric. Not after weeks of being apart."


That answer alone made my chest swell, and I smiled against his skin. "Thank you, baby," I whispered, kissing the curve of his neck and inhaling that familiar scent that always drove me insane. "I love you so much… you know that, right?"


His hand cupped the side of my face, his voice steady and tender. "I love you just as much as you love me."


I turned him fully to face me, my gaze locked with his before I claimed his mouth, my tongue sliding past his lips, tasting him, devouring him. The kiss was slow at first, hot and deep, our tongues moving together in perfect rhythm.


Chapter 147 - Chapter 147: Evric’s Power Over My Body & Heart