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 the screen toward him, the email still glowing in my hand.


Instead of answering me, Zayn walked closer, gently took the phone back, and said, "Babe, I'm hungry. Let's go have breakfast."


He reached for my hand, ready to pull me outside, but I didn't move. Instead, I cupped his face, searching his eyes. "Can you answer my question?"


Silence stretches between us. His gaze was steady, but words wouldn't come. My heart narrowed, and I whispered, pleading, "Please, babe… talk to me. Please."


Finally, his voice broke through the stillness. "That agreement has nothing to do with our relationship. You should trust me. There's nothing in it worth talking about."


I searched his eyes, desperate to read the truth, but all he gave me was, "Please, Evric… trust me."


My lips trembled, but I nodded. "Okay… okay."


Relief flickered across his face, he kissed my forehead before taking my hand again. "Come on, let's go downstairs and eat."


Chapter 162 - Chapter 162: Love Under Their Eyes