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… uh…" I scrambled for a lie, my fingers curling hard around the edge of the table. "It's the… the gym!"


"The gym?" Liana frowned. "You've been busy lately."


"Yes," I said quickly. "I watched some workout videos, then did a bit of personal training last night before I went to sleep."


My father raised an eyebrow, looking entirely unconvinced. "Lunges? You look like you sat on a cactus, son."


"It was a lot of training, Dad," I squeaked, slowly lowering myself back onto the chair, one agonizing centimeter at a time. "World-class training. You wouldn't understand."


Liana giggled, shaking her head. "Well, remind me never to work out on my own. If I went that intense, I'd just be crying!"


I cleared my throat, taking a huge, distracting gulp of orange juice to hide my burning face. "You have no idea, Liana. No idea at all."


"Well," my father said, leaning back as he watched me. "Those must have been some very intense lunges."


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