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.

Nantam swallowed hard, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "Do you know what they call an orgy party?"


The question hit me like a physical blow, knocking the air from my lungs. I looked at him, my heart sinking into my stomach. "Yes, I know what that is. But Nantam… what does that have to do with you and Evans?"


Nantam sighed, his voice turning cold and direct. "I'll go straight to the point. The night before you opened The JOL, I was at Evans' place. He stepped out of the room, and his phone was right there on the coffee table. A message popped up. I didn't want to be that person, Zayn, I really didn't, but curiosity got the better of me. I read it."


I leaned in, my voice a whisper. "What did it say?"


Nantam swallowed, his voice shaking with barely restrained disgust. "It said, 'I loved what I sucked last night, and I can't wait to have it inside me. Are you free tonight?'" He exhaled sharply. "It was from a woman named Rose, his coworker."


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