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 got back to where my friends were seated… Nantam, Nicki, Dean, and the rest I felt a lump rise in my throat. Laughter and small talk filled the space, but my eyes went straight to Nantam.


I took a deep breath, then said quietly, "Nantam, can we talk?"


It was as if he had been waiting for me to approach. He didn't hesitate, he stood up immediately, his face calm but unreadable. "Sure," he said.


We stepped away from the group, the sound of chatter fading behind us as we searched for a quieter corner of the resort. The breeze was gentle, carrying the faint scent of the ocean, but it did nothing to ease the weight pressing down on my chest.


One thing about Nantam was clear, he had always been mature, steady, and patient. He never stayed angry for long. A part of me knew he had already forgiven me, but that wasn't enough. I needed to face him properly, to apologize with my whole heart, to let him see I was truly sorry.


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