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 laughed, feeling the same giddy excitement. With a quick word to the waiter, Evric took my hand and pulled me up, practically rushing us out of the café and back toward the privacy of our hotel room.


I am absolutely going to marry this man.


The second the door clicked shut behind us, isolating us from the rest of the world, I braced myself for the big, passionate response I knew was coming. But what Evric did next completely melted me.


He didn't pounce; he didn't even move to kiss me. Instead, he walked over to one of the plush armchairs in the room, sat down, and sank back into the cushions. He looked like a gorgeous, overwhelmed king.


Then he looked at me, his eyes still shining, but his cheeks were flushed the deepest pink I'd ever seen them. He reached out and tugged gently on my arm.


"Come here," he whispered, his voice slightly husky. "Sit on me."


Chapter 283 - Chapter 283: A Quiet Moment With You