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.

"Please," he wept into my shoulder, his hands clutching at my shirt. "Just please forgive me. I'm so sorry, Nan. I'll never, ever let anything like that happen again. I'll do anything to make this right. I can give you all the time you need to get over it, if you can..."


"And if I can't?" I cut in, my voice sounding hollow and sharp in the quiet room.


Evans froze. He slowly raised his head from my shoulder, his eyes bloodshot and swimming with tears as he looked at me.


"What if I can't get over it?" I asked again, my heart aching. "What happens then?"


"Then I will spend every day doing everything in my power to help you," Evans answered desperately. He reached for my hands, his grip trembling. "No one is leaving, Nan. We're staying right here to fix this. I'm not forcing you, I promise—I just... I love you so much, and I'm not ready to let one terrible mistake break us."


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