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.

"Yes, daddy! Go deeper! Fuck me, please!" I pleaded, too lost in the pleasure to care that my phone wouldn't stop ringing.


Evric shifted, a low sound vibrating from his chest. He slowly reclined the seat until it stretched fully back, then gently guided my body, laying me flat with surprising tenderness as if I were something fragile.


He didn't waste a moment. He raised one of my legs, hooking it over his shoulder. He put a fresh smear of spit on his cock, stroked it a little, then lowered himself. With one powerful thrust, he slid inside me again, deep and possessive.


"Damn! Fuck!" I groaned, my body arching under the sudden impact.


He gently raised my second leg and rested it on his other shoulder. The only thing that now separated us was my bouncing cock, dancing up and down with the power of his entry. Evric started thrusting, slower at first, adjusting to the new angle.


"Baby, look at me," he commanded, his voice raw.


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