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.

The first words that spilled out of my mouth were sharp, almost burning. "What are you doing here?"


Nicki's eyes dropped, his voice quieter than I remembered. "I came to see you."


"For what?" I shot back, my hand tightening on the doorframe.


He hesitated, shifting uncomfortably. "Can I come in?"


A dry laugh escaped me. "Come in? Into whose house? For what exactly?"


"I just… I just want to talk to you."


I shook my head. "My boyfriend isn't around, and it's not proper to let anyone in while he's away. If you have something important to say, use your phone." I started to push the door shut, but his voice cut through.


His eyes lifted, glossy with a hint of regret.


"You're sorry? If you're sorry for nearly killing my boyfriend by intentionally putting that in his food, then let me return it, I'm sorry for you too. But I can't accept your apology."


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