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 didn't even let the question finish. I shot back quickly, "You."


His eyes went wide. "What?!" He blinked at me. 


He pointed at himself in disbelief. "Babe, no… that's impossible. It's me—Evric Draeven. How can I be the one washing dishes?" He tried to laugh it off. "Okay, okay… babe, if you don't want my maid, I'll hire a new one…"


That set me off. My anger is bursting out. "We don't hire maids here!" My voice echoed through the room. "Here, we use our own hands. We work for ourselves. If you can't handle that…" I jabbed my finger toward his luggage, my voice rising, "Then pack your things and go back to your comfortable mansion!"


His face fell instantly. Panic flashed across his eyes. Before I could storm off, he grabbed my arms tightly, his voice shivering. "Babe, please… don't be harsh on me." His grip was desperate, as if I'd vanish if he let go. "It's not that I don't want to, it's that I don't know how. I've never done any of it."


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