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 to see a young woman stepping out of her car. Her face shifted from surprise to shock the moment our eyes met. It was Meera, my ex-girlfriend, the one whose betrayal had been manipulated by Nantam.


Meera quickly ran closer and hugged me. We held the embrace for a few seconds—a reunion charged with old history and recent pain. When we pulled away, her eyes were wide and excited.


"Zayn! Wow, I didn't expect to run into you," he said excitedly. "I was even thinking of coming to your house either today or tomorrow. I'm really happy to see you, man."


I gave her a genuine smile. Meera moved closer, trying to whisper in my ear, but since she was short and I didn't bend down immediately, she playfully smacked my chest, the same way she always did when I teased her about her height.


I let out a dramatic, over-the-top shout at the tap. "Oww! What was that for?"


She laughed. "Lean down so I can talk to you!"


Chapter 261 - Chapter 261: Whispers from the Past Encounters