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.

"Zayn!" It was Kai's voice, loud enough to cut through the quiet house. "Someone's looking for you!"


I pulled away instantly from Evric, my eyes wide, startled back to the reality outside our bubble. "Who?"


"Your friend, Dean?" Kai replied, shouted back.


I turned to Evric and gave him a quick, final kiss. "I'll be right back."


I walked into the living room and found Dean waiting, looking tired and troubled.


"What's up, man?" Dean said, managing a brief, weary greeting.


I walked to the bar cabinet, retrieved a good bottle of red wine, and poured two generous glasses, one for Dean and one for myself. I handed him his glass, and we both sat down.


Dean didn't ease into the conversation. He started talking immediately, his shoulders slumped. "I've been busy with work, but... enough about me. How are you doing, Zayn?"


I smiled faintly and said, "I'm doing fine," my voice soft, knowing he wouldn't believe it.


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