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.

Then he rolled his tongue on my cap…  a low moan escaping my lips. "Fuck… Yes, just like that, baby. Don't stop."


Just as I was enjoying the moment, Evric looked up at me and said, "Babe, don't cum yet." He then pulled his mouth away and undressed himself.


After he walked me back to the couch, he sat down on the sofa and gently asked me to sit on him. I climbed onto him, and Evric carefully wrapped his hand around his cock to guide me. Slowly, it slid inside me, and I felt every inch of him until his entire cock was set inside me.


"Deep," I gasped, the word barely a whisper against his mouth. "I need you so deep, Daddy."


Evric didn't rush. He stayed still for a moment, letting me adjust, his hips rocking just slightly under mine. Then, with a grunt of exertion, he thrust up, pushing an inch further.


"Mnnh…" I squeezed my eyes shut, a soft, involuntary moan escaping my lips. It was a perfect fit, a powerful stretch that felt electric.


Chapter 182 - Chapter 182: The Third Round