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 knock at the door came right in the middle of conversation with my friends. I didn't need to check, I already knew it was Evric. Something about him was always easy to sense, like a pull I couldn't ignore.


I stood and opened the door, but he pulled me into his arms before I could even greet him. His mouth crashed against mine, hungry and demanding, his hands clutching me as if he had been starving for days.


He didn't even notice my friends in the background. He must have thought I was alone


I could smell the alcohol on him, faint but undeniable. He must have been drinking, and it made his need for me stronger, more overbold.


I understood. Since his return, Evric and I hadn't shared much time together, not in the way he craved. For someone like him, who loved touch and closeness, he had tried to restrain himself. But tonight, his control was gone. Tonight, he needed me.


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